Resolve After A Battle

[Kinniku - Kyoumou Kobushi]

His right fist, was the only one not bandaged from the last battle. The titanic turn of events made him have to focus his attacks from his fist. Quickly striking the heavy bag with quick jabs. Bouncing, the bag was from the power of his strikes, at least within the normal realms, he made it a smooth rhythm and transition. It was still painful, his body, after three weeks of laying back and taking his load off from such things.

He didn't stop however, he had been doing this same rhythm for about an hour now. 'Arturo...' He thought back to himself, having his fists stopping suddenly as he watched the bag. He took it into himself to not really say anything. Putting his fist down, he would sigh and close his eyes for a moment. It was that time, he kinda didn't like to think about it. All the scars he gained from the battle were kept, he was still extremely sore.

FLASHBACK

"AHHH!" Kinniku would say, coughing up blood as he took his head upward, his body moved with twitching and fierce exhaustion. He had so much damage from the battle, that he was actually pinned to the bed, his mother beginning to move back and forth with her hand movements. Using the necessary aid for the situation as she moved back and forth. His father watched, so many broken bones and ribs from such a thing, they needed to be mended and his actual fist needed to be broken again to crack the bones into place to fix tit with a special healing gel.

When it came time to heal his scars, his hand would shoot towards his mothers arm. He watched her for a moment, waving his head as he sighed. "Don't touch them... I want those to stay..." Kinniku said this with great pain. "These scars are the symbol of my struggle, to keep them will remind me how I fight, p-please mother." She would only nod, as she sighed, men and their focus; the same stubborn attitude as his father it would seem.

After that, he had only laid in abed for a few weeks, from all the pain he went through. The healing would begin.

FLASHBACK END

He placed his hand on the bag, closing his eyes for a moment, as he took his fist and punched the bag. "Dammit... I'm still not strong enough." He said to himself as he began to slap the bag with a barrage of punches, growling from each one, he started to hit the bag so hard, it would begin to punch holes through it from every strike. "DAMMIT!" A punch so hard, would move forward to completely releasing the chain on the bag sending it back.

He stepped forward, and growled, his other arm moved as he screamed. He gripped his arm suddenly, the shrieking pain of such an energetic movement. He fell on one knee as he looked at the ground itself. His father was watching him for but a moment. "Kinniku, you gotta relax, the battle is over and you survived, there isn't so much you can do without actual training." His father stood over him watching his head.

"Patience, you need to heal your other arm, then come back into training." Kinniku would watch the ground as he sighed. He led his hand towards the floor and pushed upward slowly. He relaxed himself making a move to sit. It was within a gym, everyone watched Kinniku. Sweating as they saw the amazing strength he used on the bag. "Plus you're attracting attention with that punch you just made..." His father would say, tapping his foot on the ground.

He just couldn't believe all the pain he went through. All the sacrifice that came within it. He wasn't able to make a true dent into a monster like that. He rubbed his hand against the ground as his father would hoist him up. "Keep training, Kinniku, you're gaining strength and progressing well, all you need to do is keep-up your work and maybe you will get to fight him again?" His father laughed a bit.

It was he who felt as though he was going down, Arturo was probably already training, but he himself was still unable to get a grip on his body. It took time for his body to heal, or so his father said, and with this only anger would ensue. Looking down towards the ground, as he punched another back, he would move forward as it swung around rebounding from the blow he produced. "Don't follow me..." He would say to his father, as he watched his son leave from the gym. Everyone, had seen Kinniku in this predicament, what would happen to him within this mess?

[Kinniku - Kyoumou Kobushi]

A stressful and tactless era of insecurity coupled with the guilt of not being able to hold his own against the creatures force. The creature didn't have as much to say about what he was going against in the previous route, after all, he was someone who thought Kinniku was inferior in many other ways. He took his hand back against his head and scratched it taking his time watching the slow grass waver on and on with limited wind.

It seemed pointless not to admit to himself, that he had seemingly become more of an angst grasper. He couldn't prove to himself that he was strong in this condition, didn't try to. A broken fist, and a body so sore and in pain that he couldn't control his ability to touch well over take on an enemy was much to his own embarrassing moment. It took its toll on him in actuality it would lead him into something much more exposed in the situation.

He went back to the place of which he had finally perfected his use of the One Inch Punch, and made a new move from its quarters. It had become a stable of his, or so he decided to process as one. The creative ways he needed to use his powers would come in handy. It took him a while to understand his own unguided ways of creative thinking and processing. It was further more reliable than before, his ability to become a stronger soldier would need to stand more ground. He pushed his fist forward, into a turning thrust. Looking back to it and what had happened in the situation before.

He began to punch the air at blitzing speed with his useful arm, going back and forth with the straights and jabs. After about five minutes, he would look back to his fist and clenched it tightly, thinking. He would begin to release his aura, as he closed his eyes and started to go forward into a spinning kick leaping off the ground as he began to kick back and forth, growling at the pain of his body aching. He would drop to the ground, taking his time as he stood back-up. He would start to punch, doing a spinning kick, stepping forward as he growled more.

'The pain, the pain, I must endure it!' The only thing he didn't use was his injured arm to progress through such. Only his three limbs which could still move in such a manner to capture his ability to fight. He took his foot backwards, and then kicked forward once more, lashing a kick outward as he fell on his side, holding his arm in pain. He was trying to progress through such torture, not being able to train like he wanted was a drag. He needed to hurry and train, to go past that creature and beat him. "Arturo, you're mine!" He would swing his foot forward with a yell.

With that resolve from his alone time, he would continue to practice even with his bones creaking and his body shaking from the soreness. He made his way into the steps between his attacks, and didn't stop. Maneuvering and moving were what he did best, trying to utilize the intense pain as a training in itself. He had his body go into a back-flip. Taking his foot upward, and then landing on the ground as he hunched forward kicking forth with great power.

It was finally night time, coming home, his father and mother watched him, the serious look on his face seemed eerie. However, his father finally understood, with all the dirty marks on his body and all the smell of sweat which would come with it. "He's gotten a second wind... looks like that's all he needed." He puffed smoke as his mother smiled and nodded taking her hands to the table as she drunk her tea. It was time for him to get serious, the seriousness would allow him to make his way into great training, and thus find a new edge.

Laying with his eyes relaxed and his body firm and ready, he would think back to the two weeks before. This would be his calling for truth, the power to change into a stronger warrior was at hand. He wouldn't be afraid, and would need to move along. The spirit he had taken in those few days had become something more. More than a resolve, but a legacy of itself. He reached his hand towards the ceiling and gripped it tightly. Smirking a bit, he would sigh. "Arturo, you're going down..." With that he would sleep soundly.

[Kinniku - Kyoumou Kobushi]

A month had passed, his body was in full form, after a bunch of mishaps. He had finally finished his recuperation, beginning to pick-up his bodies form and kicking the air. He had luckily kept doing one-fingered push-ups in order to keep his body from losing its edge and making sure to at least do a five mile jog every three days. With this, his body slowly got back into shape. He would twist his arm forward, spinning it slowly as he smiled looking to his arm.

"I think I'm ready to be trained..." His father nodded, as he hit him on his back and laughed lightly. He would start to stretch his person, as he rotated his body and made his way with a small jogging motion while in place. Kicking his foot forward, he would hold it into the air, whipping it in a whip-like fast motion. He smiled, a large grin placed on his face. "Yeah, this feels great, I feel like a new man." He told his father would his fists clenched. "Time to go after, Arturo!"

He took to a streaming blow, taking a step forward as he went into the metal dummy, sapping his fist back and forth against it. Attacking its limbs with great quickness, trying to make the impact work with each and every maneuver. His fist went into a great impact as he lightened the load of his impact, and then pushed his foot forward as he gasped. "Wow, I haven't felt this light before..." He talked to himself waving his foot forward into the head of the statue with his arms crossed. He would watch it for a moment, shooting his foot forward into an incredible smash against it, sending it into the ground with great leg force.

As it slid to the ground, he looked to his father for a minute, and made his way towards it, then looked to his father who was surprised. 'He really did level-up in that last battle, interesting.' Scratching his beard, making his way to his son with a nod, he would take his hands towards his head, and smirk. "OK, Kinniku, lets see that power in a battle, you should be able to do a bit more since that last fight..." Standing into a fighting position, his stance going into a speedy twisting motion as he leaped off the ground swiping the air. His father would dodge by a hair, taking his ways and making a progression into his son's attack. "You're still too slow though, you gotta keep your body from being caught so easily..."

Quickly, making a fall towards the ground after catching his uplifted leg, his father would twist him into the ground, Kinniku gasped. However, he would have to show his father just how much he leveled-up. He would clench his fathers head within head-scissors screeching loudly. Throwing him backwards with a great bound and taking in his body move towards him from an aerial position. His fathers eyes shot open as he went back in a roll, his son creating a small hole in the ground where his foot was. He smirked, Kinniku had been getting better, at least that was how it seemed. His father would nod.

"OK, time for fifty percent then?" Kinniku was a bit confused as he watched his father, standing as he would take off his large coat, showing his muscular frame that had more output and "cut" than his own body. He had never sensed this pressure before, it would seem that this was his fathers true nature or so it seemed. "Now, lets see what you have my son, lets see if you have progressed enough to take me on at this level, my nicknames was Knuckles for a reason..." Kinniku took up a stance once more, sweating slowly, moving his fists forward, taking a step to advance.

This was a frightening sight indeed, Kinniku felt the power his father began to release, as he moved forward. Taking a step inward, he would start to attack his fathers body. Knuckles would dodge with the progression of his fist, taking on his own persona, a ruthless fighter who would lariat his son into a tree with the torture of his body. Kinniku would fall to the ground, as he was caught by such a move so easily. His father was definitely fast, his reflexes couldn't keep-up with such a maneuver.

He would need to dodge his strikes before he could get a chance to actually hit. Watching his father, he would keep an eye on him for but a moment, but with that he disappeared in a flash. "Wha?" Knuckles had punched him in his face, whacking him with an incredible amount of force as he fell backwards, but made his way into attack once more, Kinniku wasn't losing spirit. This time he managed to block what seemed to be a kick from his father, but even that was just barely. It was also a feint to the real blow, a cracking kick towards Kinniku's ribs, his body moving to the side.

He rolled on the ground, as Knuckles laughed, his father was watching his son squirm from the bottom barrel. "You aren't taking it too well it seems?" Knuckles asked, moving towards him with a brisk walking stance smiling. "You get it, you can't get over confident, progressing even further is the key to everything, nobody is the best at everything, you've progressed farther than I thought you would within the last few years, sure..." His father would cross his arms stopping abruptly. "Never forget, you must keep training yourself no matter what." Kinniku had learned from this situation as he stood and smiled.

"Thanks dad..." It was a bit of a warm moment for them, as his father coughed softly. Beginning to walk away, the motion of improving himself firmly in his son's mind. He would turn towards him, and nod, making himself seem a bit cooler than he actual was, he remarked to himself on this situation. However, the fact of the matter was it was all the same, train to become stronger for the clan and become the true heir to your destiny.

"Oh, and Kinniku... from now on, I'm gonna train you at this power until you grasp it and can contend with me, and further on I'll make sure you keep progressing." Kinniku's eyes shot open, he watched his father as he began to laugh. "Take care on your patrol tonight!" Disappearing from site after grasping his coat, Kinniku had sighed and clinched his fists. He was a bit angered at how his father suddenly broke the cool gesture. But now, there was something else he needed to attend to.

As he made his way forward, he would leap over a tree and travel towards a nearby building of which he would begin to move towards the city. It was time to watch over it, like a month ago, he hoped their would be no more big battles until his next with Arturo at least.