"We must continue until you're able to withstand the winds, its perhaps the only way to ensure your body is strong enough," Yusef explained, casting a gaze into the dark chasm as the faint howls of the wind died down. "There's other ways if you want to try something else, but they're... Harder, and in some cases far more dangerous. At least this method isn't going to kill you." Just because it was the safest, simplest option didn't necessarily mean it was going to be easy. But if T'charrl hoped to control his power and some day the spirit he needed to be powerful - both of mind and body. A handful of attempts was hardly going to be enough but the General saw no reason to keep pushing his son and risk injury, they could take small breaks every so often and let him rest. "It's not as simple as it seems, hm? And flight is even harder still," Yusef went on as he approached a container, freeing the lid before stealing a fruit from inside. "But I promise that if you can manage this then you can manage anything. It's always been in our nature to take shelter against strong winds, or travel on the ground to avoid being thrown about. Only recently have we started learning to fly against gales, and its making us stronger for it." Cracking open the fruit he handed half to each T'charrl and Haku, sitting his large frame onto a fallen log with a sigh. "Listen, T'charrl... I'll be honest. What King Nema and I discussed and what we read suggested that we would need to take the most extreme measures to manage your situation given the time we have, and what we're ultimately going with wouldn't be enough. But I'm confident that you'll prove that worry wrong, because I know you're going to give it your all every single day. If I know anything about my own child it's this: he gets his mother's persistence," Yusef said before laughing heartily, "And I believe you got my appetite! It's a dangerous combination, you might keep this training up later just to stay slim!" ---------- "Whatever, just shut your damn mouth about our mother, you got me? You don't know anything so don't pretend like you do." Admittedly he knew just as much but it wasn't Krom's place to speak about her. The only one who could say anything would be Yamate, for as much as he hated that man he had fathered Takeshi - and presumably Shu too - and one would imagine then knew where their mother might be. Leaving Shu to his own devices was a little worrisome but he should be alright provided nothing spooked him while they were gone. On their way to a training room they caught a brief glimpse of Vegeta on his way elsewhere and the sight of his friend made Takeshi's face go red. "Why the fuck's Vegeta wearing my stuff? Did he break into my room?!" Not that he tended to lock his and Shu's bedroom but still, who went and stole someone's clothing? And just where the heck was the guy off to dressed like that? Whatever, he'd ask Vegeta about it later and demand his clothes back provided he even remembered to. Following Krom into the training room Takeshi walked to the far end and began to stretch himself out, keen to get things underway and with luck beat the snot out of the guy if given the chance. "Alright, so what's the plan? Going to make me do a thousand push ups? Run 200 laps? Whatever it is give it to me, I can handle whatever you have in mind." He was taking on his and Shu's load and it was probably going to kill him - not literally hopefully - but whatever it was he planned on taking it in stride. No way in hell was he giving Krom the satisfaction of being unable to do the training exercises. ---------- "I do care, it's just I tend to be preoccupied with work," Vegeta said defensively, sighing as he shook his head, "Nor did I ever propose-" Oh they were starting! Hastily leaning back and avoiding taking a punch square to the face Vegeta stepped back and leaned to avoid another punch, pushing Viral's paw back and swinging at the air in retaliation. He was technically meant to be here as almost a punching bag but it wasn't quite in his nature not to fight back; standing there not fighting would provoke Viral and make things worse, it wasn't even an option to simply stand still and take it. Why precisely had he agreed that this was a good idea? Wouldn't sitting down and talking be easier? Then again sharing everything with Viral - the real reasons behind what he'd done what he had - this was likely going to happen anyways. Brushing aside another fist Vegeta quickly had to raise his arms and block another blow, being forced back as his feet dug into the floor and he slid, lowering his arms and wincing as he shook them to regain feeling. Hell of a strike, he could almost feel the frustration in that one. He was going to be mighty sore by the end of this wasn't he?