Strongman [Eduardo]

[Minato Kurosawa]

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Burning ☼ Courage "Ora! Ora! Ora!" Punch after punch, jab after jab and straight after straight; the steel-reinforced punching bag barely held on by the seams at the rate the large built human kept punching away at it. Minato had by a stroke of luck found this gym after wandering this strange world made out of Data, sometimes he wondered if he got so fucking smashed that he was merely drunkenly dreaming all of this happening, but as his Spirit liked to constantly remind him this was reality and he better get used to it. Oh, what he wouldn't give to have Garoumon in the flesh in front of him so he could sock him right in the dick. I bet you'd like that. The tall man barely held on from growling at the teasing since he knew that his Spirit liked to rib him and probe at his sides for any sort of reaction; like a damn cat who wanted attention and wouldn't go away no matter how much you shooed them away. I resent that, you know. "Grrr shut the fuck up already!" Earning a confused look from an Ogremon training not too far away the human huffed under his breath and walked away so he could rest for a short time before he pounced back again at the routine he was slowly maintaining. "Tch; wish there were some other humans I could try my luck here. I can hold my own against these Rookies but some of the Champions are actual pieces of work." Is that whining I hear. Taking a sip from his metal flask he carried with him, the wild-looking man let the burning feeling of alcohol burn down his throat for a short time before replying back to his spirit. "Shut it." Eduardo Santos-Chavez

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[Eduardo Santos-Chavez]

No showing off was done on purpose when the wide, brick wall of a man decided to lack a shirt for today's session. Eduardo was quite surprised he found a gym in the Digital World. Not just a gym, but one which catered to both the world's usual inhabitants and the visiting humans. Almost as though humans coming here was a standard event, no less! Odd variations in personality argued with the information Eduardo gained from his D-Tector. In particular, this Ogremon he encountered had proven to be quite pleasant company, and was even the fellow who graciously showed the large human this gym!

"Man, what's that guy's problem over there," that same Ogremon grumbled as he sat on a bench to cool down. The green monster shook his head, attention returning to Eduardo, "And I didn't know humans could get this strong? You know, you're gonna kill your back lifting that much weight, Ed."

The wide man simply gave a warm smile. Some form of kind and polite gesture, in a sense, "Perhaps it is just his way of focusing? While I do not personally agree that shouting as loud as he has is the best way to go about it, I am in no position to judge. He has an equal right to be here as you or me." Eduardo made certain his towel wiped the bar clean and sweat free, requiring a certain grip with the massive amount of weight bound to either side. No, he could not lift the weight of a truck, but his abilities were certainly on par with the strongest of men in history. Although, pulling a truck like the strongmen on TV was perhaps within Ed's range.

Regardless, the fact he didn't need much other equipment to do this deadlift was another feat altogether. "Do not worry though, my friend. I have done this before, and my personal trainer-slash-coach would not want me to slack off," Eduardo chuckled, giving the Ogremon a confident grin. No no, he didn't need to showboat. Doing was all that mattered. The bronze skinned man wore a pair of trunks held up by a standard belt, with wraps around his wrists and ankles. In some regard he found the idea of someone mistaking his mass for a digimon humorous. Lightly tossing his towel to the side, Eduardo rubbed his hands together before bending down to grab a hold of the bar.

Just as promised, with his body positioned to lift in the proper way, his body tensed as he lifted the massive amount of weight. The strongman's face turned red, signs of strain showing on various parts of his body. A good, few seconds held, and Eduardo would bring the weight down with a clear thud and crash of weights. He released the bar to stand back up to his full height, "Phew... now do you see? I am quite well versed in knowing my limitations. You also were willing to spot me, and I trust you in that regard, my friend. After all, you did show me this gym, no?"

Another chuckle escaped Eduardo's lips, with Ogremon sighing again, "Whatever you say. Shit, if I didn't know better I'd say you were part digimon! You humans are weird."

[Minato Kurosawa]

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Burning ☼ Courage It seems like your attempt at subtlety failed dramatically, Minato. The man's Spirit said with obvious sarcasm in its tone; amused at Minato's pitiful attempt to get the man's attention with that last comment he made out-loud. "Whatever." Minato muttered as he observed the Ogremon and the Human talk with each other before the bearish looking man attempted a deadlift-- and succeeded with minimal effort! He almost thought that the muscles were merely for show but clearly that wasn't the case when it concerned this man. He could have done without hearing the comment about his loudness however... Suck it up. "How about you suck a big one?" Minato retorted with a wince as the weights came back crashing down with a loud noise that could have awoken the dead. He waited a few moments before standing up and clapping his hands, his footsteps taking him ever so closer towards the man and the Ogremon. "Impressive. Not everyone can lift that much weights without some sort of support or equipment helping you out." Small talk; handy for when it's time to break the ice. Extending his hand for a friendly handshake, the human smirked at Eduardo and by extend also the Ogremon. From this close the muscled man noticed that him and Eduardo were almost the exact same size in the height department, though the other clearly beat him in thickness. "You wouldn't be too far from the mark there, dude. The name's Kurosawa. Kurosawa Minato. It's nice to meet a fellow strongman." If they shook hands Eduardo would realize that Minato's handshake was firm but not crushingly strong; he didn't have anything to prove here and besides if he wanted a contest with this man then it would be with the weights or perhaps a spar. Eduardo looked like the sort that knew how to defend himself and perchance those that the man cared about; he'd have to know some sort of hand-to-hand combat skill judging by his well-muscled built. Boring~ 'Shut the fuck up!'

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[Eduardo Santos-Chavez]

With a few steps, the bearish man reached down, grabbing his towel before wiping his hands of developed sweat. Even a simple rep using the amount of weight in that deadlift produces a good amount of perspiration. Eduardo's brow raised upon hearing a rhythm of clapping, closing in on his immediate area. The strongman turned around to make note of the owner. It was that loud man from before, commenting on how Eduardo could lift as he did without any equipment. Those words rang true: people looked at the ex-wrestler as though he were crazy whenever he did a workout session, if his Ogremon buddy wasn't proof of that enough.

"Well thank my friend. Plenty of others have given me the same encourage," Eduardo smiled, showing his gentle composure. Glancing down he saw an extension for a handshake. There was no need to deny the offer, his meaty hand reaching out to grasp the stranger's hand. However, he took note of the tough yet not crushingly so grip this man gave. Yet no tone of hostility was felt within the grip. Eduardo returned the favor by giving a decent grip to show his sincerity, yet his own grip was much lighter than the apparent force used for his deadlift. A contradiction in mentality versus physicality.

Fellow strongman? Minato, as this stranger denoted his name, didn't seem to be the bear like figure Eduardo was, but he knew not all strongmen and women would be built like the Incredible Hulk. Retracting his hand, the ex-wrestler spoke up, "Pleasure to meet you. I am Eduardo Santos-Chavez, and really my workouts are a force of habit to ease the concerns of my personal trainer. If anything, I use it as a way to place restraint on my strength so I do not use it needlessly elsewhere. More often than not I do not desire to show off on purpose."

The Ogremon fellow with him shrugged at the conversation, giving Eduardo a small wave before heading off elsewhere in the gym. In return the human gave a nodded, "I'll be sure to give a farewell if I end up leaving before you." But now came the odd case of Minato. Odd how the loudest person in the room took an interest in the strongman. Conversation was still required, and Eduardo had no reason to shoo this man away, "But if I may, have you been in this world for long? Admittedly I haven't been around all that often."

Minato Kurosawa

[Minato Kurosawa]

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Burning ☼ Courage At the name the tall muscular fellow merely raised a brow in curiosity but nothing else betrayed his expression. Based on the name he deduced that the bear of a man wasn't of Japanese descend, perhaps Mexican or from one of the Latin American countries? Eh, he guessed it didn't really matter much where Eduardo hailed from, as long as he was cool Minato could care less. One thing was for sure, though, this man has a solid grasp of the Japanese language, not much of an accent he could hear from the man. He wondered if any of that had to attribute to them being made of Data inside a Digital World, but wisely filed the subject for later before it gave him a headache. "Concerns? Pfft, what; you don't train enough for his liking?" If that was the case then Minato could completely relate to Eduardo, sometimes his uncle was a slavedriver and wanted 110% of Minato's determination and will in his training back in the day. Now besides the occasional visit and random phone calls his uncle pretty much left him to do whatever he wanted now that he was a grown man. The latter, though, Minato sometimes loved the attention that being a show-off could bring, one could say that perhaps the dark-haired man was vain and they'd be a bit right on that note. Crossing his arms over his chest the man answered Eduardo's question. "Perhaps a week, two tops; enough time to get acquaintance with how this world works and then some." Aren't you forgetting something here? 'Hmm... nope.' I'm hurt-- Really I am. Here I thought we were something, you and I. I thought we have something special! 'Has someone ever told you that for being the Spirit of Darkness and besides the speech that you gave me about what that entails; a drama queen seems to be your natural talent?' Yes, yes indeed. Sighing harshly through his nose the man took out a strangely shaped phone-like device and showed it to the bearish man. "I also got this, somehow or someway lets me turn into one of those creatures. I don't know how but I frankly don't care much about it, to be honest. Trying to explain it might just give me a headache." Considering the brain to muscle ratio, I'm inclining to agree; don't think too hard. "Have you got any idea how annoying is this Spirit living inside me is?" Minato said suddenly but if one took notice they'd realize that there wasn't much heat behind the words. Oi, I resent that. Eduardo Santos-Chavez

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