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As the sun slowly began to awaken from its slumber to bring its warming rays on the day, Bastian to had begun his day quite early. He'd made himself a full breakfast by a campfire and had several water bottles prepared for what he knew was gonna be a very arduous day. He'd come to this island no more than a few weeks ago, specifically for the fact the island was uninhabited aside from the random wildlife that filled it. There was only one reason he had come to this place and that was to push himself to become a better fighter. With the lose of several crews under his belt and the death of all his siblings, he felt the deep desire to become stronger in order to make the world pay for his pain. He was, after all, a Belmonte and this was what the Belmonte did. With the only surviving member of his family being him and his son, who was taken to the Grandline with another pirate crew, Bastian had little choice but to hone his skills for what was to come.
After his morning rituals were finished, he began his day with several laps around the island. Now the island itself wasn't huge, but Bastian had calculated that at least once around was comparable to 3 miles. His task for a warm up was to do so at least five times without stopping. With a light backpack on to carry his water, Bastian stretched for a few minutes then immediately set out on the task. His pace was rather slow, more akin to a jog than a full run, though the beaches sand that surround the edge of the island made the effort a bit more trying. This sort of training wasn't new to him, in fact in his youth he'd done this sort thing often with his younger brother Jet. He'd learned then that running at full speed at the start was a quick way to blow your load before you even got far. This in mind, he maintained his speed and focused solely on the reason he was doing this. He needed to be stronger to get his son and ensure that the Belmonte name rang though all the blues, Grandline, and New World.
As he reached his first check point, a large rock that sat in between where the beach and forest met, Bastian picked up the pace a little. The sand from the beach kicked up as he increased the pace, ignoring the tightening he was feeling in his calfs. The feeling reminded him of how long it had been since he actually put effort into training and already he could hear Jet laughing in his head at how pathetic he was for "feeling the burn" so early. The thought annoyed him so much that Bastian had almost yelled, "Shut the fuck up, Jet," but maintained his silence as he completed his lap. His pace continued in this manner until he had completed 3 of the 5 laps he was meant to do. At this point his lack of cardio was very apparent, at least by the standard he was comparing himself as a youth, and he'd all but gone through his water; with the exception for one. "Come you, you son of bitch, move your fuckin legs," he mumbled under his breathe though the rhythmic breathes he was taking with each step.
By the time he'd reached the final lap, he felt like his legs were about to fall off. The burning sensation at first was now like fire with kerosene dosed on them. He could feel his heart pounding twice as fast as the steps he was taking. He'd all but lost focus on anything aside from what was going on directly in front him. "No, I got a little more in me than this," he said aloud trying to pep himself up into finishing. Before he knew it he was running as fast as he could, mostly so he could hurry and be done with this part of his training. He pushed away the pain in the legs, as much as his mind would allow anyway, and gritted his teeth as he gave himself the final push to finish the 5th lap around the island.
When he finally reached the finish line, at least that is what he called it, he all but collapsed face first into the sand. He laid down for a few minutes and allowed the embrace of the soft and cool sand to relax him. "It doesn't hurt, its all an illusion," he would repeat constantly as he rolled over to his back and stared up at the clear blue skies. "I still got more in me. This ain't no where near my limit," he said as he sat up to drink what was left of his water, "Gonna have to go back to the lake and refill all of these." He allowed himself to relax a bit longer, massaging his legs to alleviate the pain. Once he felt relieved of enough of the pain to stand, Bastian grabbed his empty water bottles and headed into the forest. Deep inside the island, at the center, was a small fresh water lake that proved to be the only source of said fresh water on the island. Not being to inquisitive as to why, Bastian accepted it as a small blessing and at this point was glad for it.
Upon arriving he noticed that there was a boar near the waters edge taking a drink. He swore under breath as he slowed his approach, "This little shits always lurkin around here," he thought to himself as he tried to maneuver to the opposite side of the lake. Unfortunately, due to his fatigue he was a bit more clumsy than usual and stepped on twic that immediately alerted the boar. The beasts heard immediately jerked toward the source and laid eyes on Bastian and gave a loud snort. "Fuck me, right," he said to himself as looked up to see if there was branch on a tree he could grab onto. Luck completely against him, there was none to be found and the boar wasted little time in charging at the unwanted visitor.
With no choice, Bastian prepared for the battle that was to come, and met the rushing boar with a punch to its hard skull. The force of the boars charge had been enough to knock Bastian off his feet, mostly in due part to them being still weak from his run. Despite his initial attack to the boar, the punch was easily shrugged off though it redirected the beasts tusk from hitting his torso. Wasting no time, after being redirected by the punch, the boar made another charge at Bastian while he was still seated. Aware of the beasts intention to capitalize on Bastian's misfortune, the pirate rolled to his left toward the lake and forced the boar to collide with the tree that Bastian had just been near. The boar struck the tree with enough force that the tree's leaves shook from the impact, but even this wasn't enough to deter the animal.
Now on his feet, shaky as they are, Bastian eased himself backwards towards the lake, hold both hands out in front of him as if he were gesturing for the beast to stop. "This is gonna be the last damn day you annoy me you little shit," he roared at the beast that was at this part charging at him again. Bastian waited until the beast was practically within striking range before he leaped over the boar, in similar fashion to a child playing leap frog. The boar immediately went into the lake and flounder a bit to get back to the lakes edge. "Oh no the hell your not," he Bastian roared as he dived at the boar and took it under water. The boar fought violently as Bastian grabbed it by the tusk and starting delivering a barrage of punches to its belly in an attempt to drown the beast. The struggle lasted a little under a minute before the boar ceased moving. Giving another few punches for good measure, Bastian swam back to the surface with the boar in tow and took a huge gasp of air the moment he reached. He tossed the boar out the water so it landed lifeless on on the lakes edge.
"Survival of the fittest, you stupid fuck," he said with a grin on his face. He swam to the lakes edge and pulled himself out the water with some effort. He let his legs remain in the water as he lay back on the dead boar as if it were a pillow. He looked back up into the sky which was blocked slightly by the leaves of the trees. He could see that the sun had reached its zenith, meaning it was likely around noon. He still had much more to do for this training, but after all of this, he could afford himself a little rest. To top it all off he got a decent meal for dinner out of it, "Not a bad start. I suppose its time for the hard stuff next," he said aloud through his loud breathes.
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After his morning rituals were finished, he began his day with several laps around the island. Now the island itself wasn't huge, but Bastian had calculated that at least once around was comparable to 3 miles. His task for a warm up was to do so at least five times without stopping. With a light backpack on to carry his water, Bastian stretched for a few minutes then immediately set out on the task. His pace was rather slow, more akin to a jog than a full run, though the beaches sand that surround the edge of the island made the effort a bit more trying. This sort of training wasn't new to him, in fact in his youth he'd done this sort thing often with his younger brother Jet. He'd learned then that running at full speed at the start was a quick way to blow your load before you even got far. This in mind, he maintained his speed and focused solely on the reason he was doing this. He needed to be stronger to get his son and ensure that the Belmonte name rang though all the blues, Grandline, and New World.
As he reached his first check point, a large rock that sat in between where the beach and forest met, Bastian picked up the pace a little. The sand from the beach kicked up as he increased the pace, ignoring the tightening he was feeling in his calfs. The feeling reminded him of how long it had been since he actually put effort into training and already he could hear Jet laughing in his head at how pathetic he was for "feeling the burn" so early. The thought annoyed him so much that Bastian had almost yelled, "Shut the fuck up, Jet," but maintained his silence as he completed his lap. His pace continued in this manner until he had completed 3 of the 5 laps he was meant to do. At this point his lack of cardio was very apparent, at least by the standard he was comparing himself as a youth, and he'd all but gone through his water; with the exception for one. "Come you, you son of bitch, move your fuckin legs," he mumbled under his breathe though the rhythmic breathes he was taking with each step.
By the time he'd reached the final lap, he felt like his legs were about to fall off. The burning sensation at first was now like fire with kerosene dosed on them. He could feel his heart pounding twice as fast as the steps he was taking. He'd all but lost focus on anything aside from what was going on directly in front him. "No, I got a little more in me than this," he said aloud trying to pep himself up into finishing. Before he knew it he was running as fast as he could, mostly so he could hurry and be done with this part of his training. He pushed away the pain in the legs, as much as his mind would allow anyway, and gritted his teeth as he gave himself the final push to finish the 5th lap around the island.
When he finally reached the finish line, at least that is what he called it, he all but collapsed face first into the sand. He laid down for a few minutes and allowed the embrace of the soft and cool sand to relax him. "It doesn't hurt, its all an illusion," he would repeat constantly as he rolled over to his back and stared up at the clear blue skies. "I still got more in me. This ain't no where near my limit," he said as he sat up to drink what was left of his water, "Gonna have to go back to the lake and refill all of these." He allowed himself to relax a bit longer, massaging his legs to alleviate the pain. Once he felt relieved of enough of the pain to stand, Bastian grabbed his empty water bottles and headed into the forest. Deep inside the island, at the center, was a small fresh water lake that proved to be the only source of said fresh water on the island. Not being to inquisitive as to why, Bastian accepted it as a small blessing and at this point was glad for it.
Upon arriving he noticed that there was a boar near the waters edge taking a drink. He swore under breath as he slowed his approach, "This little shits always lurkin around here," he thought to himself as he tried to maneuver to the opposite side of the lake. Unfortunately, due to his fatigue he was a bit more clumsy than usual and stepped on twic that immediately alerted the boar. The beasts heard immediately jerked toward the source and laid eyes on Bastian and gave a loud snort. "Fuck me, right," he said to himself as looked up to see if there was branch on a tree he could grab onto. Luck completely against him, there was none to be found and the boar wasted little time in charging at the unwanted visitor.
With no choice, Bastian prepared for the battle that was to come, and met the rushing boar with a punch to its hard skull. The force of the boars charge had been enough to knock Bastian off his feet, mostly in due part to them being still weak from his run. Despite his initial attack to the boar, the punch was easily shrugged off though it redirected the beasts tusk from hitting his torso. Wasting no time, after being redirected by the punch, the boar made another charge at Bastian while he was still seated. Aware of the beasts intention to capitalize on Bastian's misfortune, the pirate rolled to his left toward the lake and forced the boar to collide with the tree that Bastian had just been near. The boar struck the tree with enough force that the tree's leaves shook from the impact, but even this wasn't enough to deter the animal.
Now on his feet, shaky as they are, Bastian eased himself backwards towards the lake, hold both hands out in front of him as if he were gesturing for the beast to stop. "This is gonna be the last damn day you annoy me you little shit," he roared at the beast that was at this part charging at him again. Bastian waited until the beast was practically within striking range before he leaped over the boar, in similar fashion to a child playing leap frog. The boar immediately went into the lake and flounder a bit to get back to the lakes edge. "Oh no the hell your not," he Bastian roared as he dived at the boar and took it under water. The boar fought violently as Bastian grabbed it by the tusk and starting delivering a barrage of punches to its belly in an attempt to drown the beast. The struggle lasted a little under a minute before the boar ceased moving. Giving another few punches for good measure, Bastian swam back to the surface with the boar in tow and took a huge gasp of air the moment he reached. He tossed the boar out the water so it landed lifeless on on the lakes edge.
"Survival of the fittest, you stupid fuck," he said with a grin on his face. He swam to the lakes edge and pulled himself out the water with some effort. He let his legs remain in the water as he lay back on the dead boar as if it were a pillow. He looked back up into the sky which was blocked slightly by the leaves of the trees. He could see that the sun had reached its zenith, meaning it was likely around noon. He still had much more to do for this training, but after all of this, he could afford himself a little rest. To top it all off he got a decent meal for dinner out of it, "Not a bad start. I suppose its time for the hard stuff next," he said aloud through his loud breathes.
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