(Note: this is a personal training thread that I started a while ago, got bored and hated and deleted. I am gonna remake it now, but this takes place....quiet a while ago, after the Demon Event and Before Lichborne. So it is a while back that I need to fill out or else there is gonna be this giant hole for my character plot ><)
It was three weeks after the demon event that Aian had left his Guild for a temporary amount of time to intensely train. He had shunned the idea of participating in missions until he had arrived and his training period was done. He had exiled himself temporarily from making any wanted contact with his guild; guilt over flowing his body of feeling inadequate to be within the hall. He walked across Fiore to his very first home; the one he had been raised with Metallicana, his mentor- The Mysterious Canyon. "I have to become stronger, if I don't; I will be disgracing my Master's name and bring shame to the guild....I fought well against the demons, but I did little to nothing on my own...I got stuck so many times; I even lost to him for a time...I need to get stronger. I have to in order to gain control." Aian explained to himself, knowing full well Kamuy would not want to stop this training; would make his actual strength increase too. He will easily be training inside to warp my spells to fit his needs...I have to get control over him. If I don't everyone will be in trouble." Aian came upon the cliff opening to the canyon upon mid day: the sun was blazing, the waves of heat could be seen being emitted from the ground and the hidden dangers along the cliffs were in hiding from the heat; bound to come out at night to hunt and feed. "It hasn't changed....they never got to it after so long..." he began walking down the canyon cliffs, walking to the center of his old home land. Once in the center, he knew the ground and canyon will be at a stable point-not too tough and not too soft- to be an accurate area to train. He had seen many different fighting styles, magic styles, and he knew his own magic was not compatible to actual combat; even Kamuy's was inefficiency. He needed range, he needed a way to bring up his physical strength to be able to fight at the level, where he can change his magic style. He carried with him nothing from the modern world; diving back into the natural. He brought with him only one set of clothes other than the ones he was wearing to change into after the training was complete. He wore a worn down grey cloth gi and slacks with no shoes. He had obviously out grown them as the slacks nearly reached his knees and the gi rose up above his stomach. He looked about to see no creature around at the base of the canyon; which made him feel confident and gave him room to train without having to harm a housing or nest. "The first thing I should work on, is my Iron Dragon Sword Tail...Master told me that the basic thing would not be good enough, I already had to alter it once...I can do it again. But how many can I change the sword in too? Master was able to use many different versions, able to throw some and able to do many versions and not just a giant blade or a short sword... Sickles, scythes, double bladed throwers, so many things possible. If I am to become better at defense, I need to be able to manipulate these same types of weapons and use them...He will do the same...But I need to do it all; I need to manipulate all of this." Aian sat down upon the canyon and began to meditate. He was thinking, searching for the depths of his magic and previous training to twist and turn and bend and manipulate the slayer magic in him. Aian sighed, and stood back up after thinking long and hard about how to perform the tasks he needed to do. "Even if this is beyond my current control of my magic, I have to try..." Aian held out his hand and began trying to create a new sword to use, the magic circle appearing halfway up his forearm. "Now nice, and slow..." He mumbled to himself, controlling the speed of the magic circle to slowly run down his arm to begin forming the new metal blade. As the circle lowered, it struggled to create the old blade; despite Aian's attempt to recreate the new blade. He struggled, trying to curve the metal that he had used for so long with this spell; trying to alter in a completely different design. "Come on, Bend." He pleaded, trying to form the new blade. the blade started coming out curved, slowly, as the circle progressed downward. He smiled in his attempt; but then the circle shattered along with his hand, leaving it covered in blood with puncture wounds covering the palm and fingers. "Ah!" He knelt down, clamping his injured hand to his stomach. "What...went wrong? Was it too much?" Aian knew he didn't bring any medical supplies, so he had to make due with the only cloth he currently had. Biting and tearing off a large strip around the waist, Aian wrapped his bleeding hand as best as he could, making two more strips to cover his injured right hand quickly and completely. "That...Should hold...But what went wrong?" He sat down, trying to think of how the magic back fired so quickly. "Why is my magic not responding to me?" Aian continued to meditate on the solution.
It was three weeks after the demon event that Aian had left his Guild for a temporary amount of time to intensely train. He had shunned the idea of participating in missions until he had arrived and his training period was done. He had exiled himself temporarily from making any wanted contact with his guild; guilt over flowing his body of feeling inadequate to be within the hall. He walked across Fiore to his very first home; the one he had been raised with Metallicana, his mentor- The Mysterious Canyon. "I have to become stronger, if I don't; I will be disgracing my Master's name and bring shame to the guild....I fought well against the demons, but I did little to nothing on my own...I got stuck so many times; I even lost to him for a time...I need to get stronger. I have to in order to gain control." Aian explained to himself, knowing full well Kamuy would not want to stop this training; would make his actual strength increase too. He will easily be training inside to warp my spells to fit his needs...I have to get control over him. If I don't everyone will be in trouble." Aian came upon the cliff opening to the canyon upon mid day: the sun was blazing, the waves of heat could be seen being emitted from the ground and the hidden dangers along the cliffs were in hiding from the heat; bound to come out at night to hunt and feed. "It hasn't changed....they never got to it after so long..." he began walking down the canyon cliffs, walking to the center of his old home land. Once in the center, he knew the ground and canyon will be at a stable point-not too tough and not too soft- to be an accurate area to train. He had seen many different fighting styles, magic styles, and he knew his own magic was not compatible to actual combat; even Kamuy's was inefficiency. He needed range, he needed a way to bring up his physical strength to be able to fight at the level, where he can change his magic style. He carried with him nothing from the modern world; diving back into the natural. He brought with him only one set of clothes other than the ones he was wearing to change into after the training was complete. He wore a worn down grey cloth gi and slacks with no shoes. He had obviously out grown them as the slacks nearly reached his knees and the gi rose up above his stomach. He looked about to see no creature around at the base of the canyon; which made him feel confident and gave him room to train without having to harm a housing or nest. "The first thing I should work on, is my Iron Dragon Sword Tail...Master told me that the basic thing would not be good enough, I already had to alter it once...I can do it again. But how many can I change the sword in too? Master was able to use many different versions, able to throw some and able to do many versions and not just a giant blade or a short sword... Sickles, scythes, double bladed throwers, so many things possible. If I am to become better at defense, I need to be able to manipulate these same types of weapons and use them...He will do the same...But I need to do it all; I need to manipulate all of this." Aian sat down upon the canyon and began to meditate. He was thinking, searching for the depths of his magic and previous training to twist and turn and bend and manipulate the slayer magic in him. Aian sighed, and stood back up after thinking long and hard about how to perform the tasks he needed to do. "Even if this is beyond my current control of my magic, I have to try..." Aian held out his hand and began trying to create a new sword to use, the magic circle appearing halfway up his forearm. "Now nice, and slow..." He mumbled to himself, controlling the speed of the magic circle to slowly run down his arm to begin forming the new metal blade. As the circle lowered, it struggled to create the old blade; despite Aian's attempt to recreate the new blade. He struggled, trying to curve the metal that he had used for so long with this spell; trying to alter in a completely different design. "Come on, Bend." He pleaded, trying to form the new blade. the blade started coming out curved, slowly, as the circle progressed downward. He smiled in his attempt; but then the circle shattered along with his hand, leaving it covered in blood with puncture wounds covering the palm and fingers. "Ah!" He knelt down, clamping his injured hand to his stomach. "What...went wrong? Was it too much?" Aian knew he didn't bring any medical supplies, so he had to make due with the only cloth he currently had. Biting and tearing off a large strip around the waist, Aian wrapped his bleeding hand as best as he could, making two more strips to cover his injured right hand quickly and completely. "That...Should hold...But what went wrong?" He sat down, trying to think of how the magic back fired so quickly. "Why is my magic not responding to me?" Aian continued to meditate on the solution.