Search for an opponent (Open Role Play, Fighting, No Killing)

Aian walked around the baron landscape, holding an iron sword in his right hand- and an iron shield in his left. He was searching for an opponent to train with. He didn't really care who it was, but he wanted to be careful with who he got into a fight with. There were strong dark mages everywhere, and even powerful wild animals that could be roaming these uncharted lands. But it was the perfect test for him to increase his strength, and hopefully gain control over his other half, Kamuy; who haunts him continuously when his guard is down.

Aian's ultimate goal, was to be able to fight without reverting to his alternate personality. If he could do that despite any form of damage he took, it would be one step closer to controlling Kamuy for good, and make him even stronger to protect his friends.

The morning sun peeked over the hills, crawling out of the darkness to illuminate the environment. Slowly it grasped Magnolia in its sunny grasp. The shadows started to decline, as if to scurry away from the light like critters escaping from human visitors of the wild. It would be so that the air would be crisped. Perhaps spiked in chilliness to jolt the mind into wakefulness. A new day after what had happened. The day began solemnly for him, waking up from bed. Awakened from the odors of Aian's home. Quiet. Silence. In his thoughts, he was alone. The sun leaked out of the curtain-blocked windows, providing dim light within the darkened room.

Seika blinked, feeling the crusty accumulation within his eyes jab the scleras irritably. Causing him to rub them with both palms as to shake them off for visual clarity. His thoughts immediately directed him to the Wolf-Man as soon as the electrical activities of his brain started up. There was hopelessness in mind. Threatening to overtake his being as he continued to stare at his own exposed palms, attempting to discern any signs for himself. Or perhaps signs from Miumi. His pupils continued to trace through the cracks and lines before grasping them tightly.

"...I had better get moving, huh...?" Seika spoke within the silence of the room, ignoring the surviving dust motes to dance in the air with the sunlight as their stage light. Providing theatrical entertainment to an unknown audience.

He sighed, allowing his palms down to his blanket-covered thighs. The boy got up, feeling the cold floor against his bare feet while moving. Looking up the clock it would seem it to be the early morning. A perfect time to allow morning practices to come in place. Especially with the burden latched upon him...



His breaths could be visible in white puffs in the midst of movements. Punches forced back air, as if to hammer through an invisible board. The muscles were taut in concentration as he moved accordingly to the practice forms of Baji Quan. He pounded the earth with his feet, certifying his own existence against Mother Earth, herself. Utilizing the force for the sake of his own punches as it traveled through his body.

Attack. Defend. Attack. Attack. Defend!

The boy moved experimentally and fluidly under the memory of these established movements. He was a lone figure, allowing his shadow to follow besides him as he danced out these techniques. The hills seemed to tower over him as he moved. Ignoring the size difference, he wouldn't stop.

"Fuu... Fuu..." he breathed evenly among kicks and punches.

That was until he could, by chance,turn around to see someone familiar coming around from the Church's periphery. Someone with wolf-like features... Aian. Seika frowned at his appearance. Not out of distaste... But really, it felt awkward somehow. He had always been alone while training, until now.

"Morning, sir," he greeted with his breathe panting, "You feeling ok?"