Clint D. Saglando

A normal day in Clint's life, training was one of the things he always had to do. He had to stay fit, after all he had to stay bulky. A man as tall as himself that looked like a twig didn't really fit in his opinion. He smiled as he looked out of his campsite, only to see the dawning sun staring him in the eyes. What a beautiful site, he thought. Clint was one to be down to earth most of the time, loving what had been given to him and every other being on Earth. It was just a tremendous life to live in, he thought as he slowly stood up getting ready to train.

Clint stood up, wore his battle gear, and started jumping in place. He had set up the camp right beside the beach, which was his favorite place to exercise. After a few jumping jacks, he walked over to the coast line and just started jogging. Jogging was his favorite since he could just clear his mind as well as think about other important things. For example, how his family was doing, as well as what he would be doing in the future. His future was really weird, he had literally no plans. As he was in deep thought, he started to breath heavily. It had been about an hour since he started jogging and he was growing a bit tiresome. After all, it had been a long ass time since he had been exercising or even walking on land. He sat down and took a few seconds to look at the sun. "What a great start to the day.

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Clint D. Saglando

- "What a beautiful sight... I wish I could stay here forever..."

He knew that would never happen, as he pushed himself up using the force in his upper body. Those 5 minutes of rest were great for his body, he knew that after every type of exercise a small pause was needed. He took off his clothes, only wearing his boxers, and walked towards the ocean. Clint let out a sigh, and took a deep breath of the warm air, ready to jump into the breezing cold water. He placed his hands above his head, in a praying position only to jump hands first into the water. It was so cold, but the feeling of being underwater was just satisfying. He started to swim around the ocean, being aware not to go too deep into the ocean, or to be sucked in by the force on the ocean.

Then he thought of the idea about the devil fruits. He had heard about them through his travels, and that they take away the ability to swim only to give certain powers. Some were better than others, but giving away the power to swim?! What kind of cost would that be. Truthfully, he didn't know what powers entailed with devil fruits. Clint had never seen someone with a devil fruit, not even fight one. To be honest, he enjoyed fighting especially when it came against other martial artists. He got out of the water, his torso the only thing that wasn't underwater. He slicked his hair back and sighed. "Time to get on with my training..."

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Total: 540 Words

Clint D. Saglando

Clint slowly, but surely, emerged out of the water smiling. He picked up his towel, which he left beside his campsite and dried off. He didn't bother changing boxers, after all he was a pirate and he had the right to be dirty! He wore his battle gear again and started to do normal exercise movements. He started with push ups, then sit ups, then a bit of martial arts training.

His push ups consisted of 20 normal ones, 20 push ups single handed, and 10 using his head. Yes, it might seem weird but his training style suited him and only him. Over the years, he personalized it to his liking and only his, which is why he always trains alone; at least he prefers too. Once he finished his push ups, he stood up and sighed; like he always did.

His sit ups weren't much more different than his push ups nor were they that creative. He started out with 30 normal ones, then 30 ones where he would bring the left arm to the right knee and vice versa, then end it out with 40 normal ones. He wasn't really working on killer abs, which he already had, all he wanted to do was continue with his current form of body and stay fit. Which he did perfectly, at the time.

To end his training day, the sun had started to set and he was just getting ready to start his martial arts training. He stood up from his sit up training position and started to do his Black Leg style type moves on trees and such. Mostly what he was doing was making his bones stronger as well as much more durable. By the end of his training, the moon was out and he was growing tired. Clint walked over to his camp, sat down, and said, "What a great and efficient day."

[Exit Training]

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