Training the Blade (Solo)

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Call me a sinner

Dantelion stood in the dojo of the Watch. He slid a card through his digivice watching the card turn into a sword. It drooped in his hand heavy. Piedmon's sword, it was easily as long as his arm.Dantelion gave it a heavy swing. He had to be able to defend himself and his finger claws could only do so much. He began swinging the blade feeling his arms become heavier after every swing until the tip touched the ground. Four swings.... it wasn't a lot at all. At most that would just make his foe back up and wait for him to become tired. This wouldn't do. He sighed as he lifted the sword again with two hands. He gave another few swings. Finally he set it down nursing his cramping arms. He sat there looking at the blade. He wondered what sort of digimon this piedmon character was. He had to build up his strength. His legs were fine but his arms sorely lacked strength. After resting a moment he began doing push ups. He continued as long as his arms would help out then rested. He then began hitting one of the wooden dummies trying to imitate what he had seen in movies. Using his fists, elbows, and forearms as weapons. He had to learn how to fight. It was extremely early in the morning around 3am. So no one else was awake. He would keep this up to nearly six. Then leaving to make breakfast. End Day 1

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call me a saint

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Call me a sinner

Dantelion stood in the dojo of the Watch yet again. He slid a card through his digivice watching the card turn into a sword. It drooped in his hand heavy. It seemed like so little progress had been made. Though one day of training. What did he expect. Rome was still being built. Dantelion sighed and started swinging the sword. Once - twice - three - four.... and then the tip touched the ground. His arms were already sore but he had yet to build up a sweat. Again.... By his third time through he dropped the sword and rest letting his arms sit on his legs numbly. He was pushing himself. It wouldn't do anyone any good if he harmed himself while doing this. Tomorrow he would take a break. He got up and fell into push ups. Continuing again until his arms felt like jello. He rolled on his back looking to the ceiling. Theos trained so hard during the day. Constantly on the treadmills or evolving and lifting weights. Dantelion had to pull his own weight. He could not be dependent on others. Maybe he has been alone for so long he has forgotten to be dependent on others. Like Adam.... the kid trying to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wasn't failing.... but he was naive. This was the reason all the greatest people in history were older. More mature... in time. In time perhaps Dantelion would rise to the challenge of the world. He would stop hesitating and over thinking and just do it. End Day 2

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call me a saint

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Call me a sinner

Dantelion skipped training day three as he had promised himself. However he had become use to waking up early so he laid there awake. He turned on his side and tried to fall back into slumber. After several minutes he sighed and got up. He got dressed as quietly as he could and went out. He headed down to the kitchen and began taking stock. One couldn't run out of food so he was constantly ordering more. Time passed as he counted the stores and made notes of how much of each. before long the first filters of light came through the windows. Soon he began cooking up the first morsels of breakfast. His hands moved with a practiced precision making breakfast for the morning cooking crew. He always made them breakfast so they could eat before they cooked. Take care of oneself before others. A rule he lived by ever since he left home and had no one to care for him. It has kept him alive. End Day 3

Words: 0195 Tags: @dantelion Lyrics: "Call Me" by Shinedown Template by Kuroya of THQ & GS.

call me a saint