The sun was rising, illuminating the rocky canyon while grey clouds began to encroach upon it. Though it wasn't raining, anyone who looked up could make the fair assumption that it would begin to soon. Zenshin was standing in front of one of the pillars of stone, well, not really a singular pillar of stone. It was more like a boulder stacked on top of a bigger boulder stacked on top of an even bigger boulder. What was he doing there when there was work to do on his grand guild of Sabertooth? Well, he was training his body. What good was being the guild master of one of the strongest guild if you weren't the strongest of the bunch. Although his magical fitness was top notch and only got stronger as he recreated each new item or technique, his body could always be stronger. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he could beat a dragon slayer in an arm wrestling contest.
Since exactly an hour ago, he has been punching the massive stone with his bare hands. Because of his magic, even if his hands broke they would quickly heal if he took a break from punching, but his hands were tough enough not to shatter due to the impact against the rock. Though that didn't stop his knuckles from becoming quite ragged and bloody. However, he had done a good amount of damage to the boulder which was visible in the crater that had slowly been growing over the whole sixty minutes. It was peaceful, painful, and quite lonely. Up till this point his had just been Zenshin and the stones, but he was fine with that, it was refreshing to be away from all of the noise of the cities and guild halls. Speaking of refreshing, a light drizzle began to set in as Zenshin pulled away from the rock to admire his work and call it a day, as far as his fists went anyways.
Since exactly an hour ago, he has been punching the massive stone with his bare hands. Because of his magic, even if his hands broke they would quickly heal if he took a break from punching, but his hands were tough enough not to shatter due to the impact against the rock. Though that didn't stop his knuckles from becoming quite ragged and bloody. However, he had done a good amount of damage to the boulder which was visible in the crater that had slowly been growing over the whole sixty minutes. It was peaceful, painful, and quite lonely. Up till this point his had just been Zenshin and the stones, but he was fine with that, it was refreshing to be away from all of the noise of the cities and guild halls. Speaking of refreshing, a light drizzle began to set in as Zenshin pulled away from the rock to admire his work and call it a day, as far as his fists went anyways.