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[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/47a888d2-9910-4b1a-bff8-05214ddc08a4.gif[/img][h1][color=fff257]Acion Nakamiji[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
CLUNK! 

The sound of woods crashing onto one another echoed in the vicinity of the training room. And those outside could take heed of it if they paid close enough attention.

CLUNK! 

Again, the sound emitted. There was a recognizable rhythm to that. That every three or four seconds passed, another sound would echo. It wasn't to any particular song, nor any particular rap. And it wasn't too consistent either. The interval could extend up to five or six seconds, or reduced to only two or one. It wouldn't occur to anyone that the room occupant was practicing some songs or anything. More rather he was smashing woods against each other for some reason?

CLUNK! 

[color=fff257]"Argh!"[/color]

Then followed a yelp from the inside. Peering in, it was the hero in training with six gigantic wings, hugging a side of his right hand as his brows dipped and his teeth clenched. And right next to him would be a wooden dummy, with several beams of woods protruding out of a huge cylindrical one, resembling a human being. And it appeared like in a battle against the wooden dummy, Acion just lost.

[color=fff257]"What was that again?"[/color] He looked at the training video online. It was simply a misimpression of the move he did, in which the practitioner was actually using the palm against the dummy, yet Acion used the side. It was just as simple as turning his hand by an angle, yet it sent a huge shock right down his hand. 

For the last few days, after the fight with the Shadow Clan and the wrestle with Tomoe, the room that Acion spent the most time in would be this one. Close quarter combat is not something that could be achieved and mastered in a few days, and for Acion, being guided with nothing but his own tablet made it even harder. Told by his teachers, and woken up by the humiliating fight with the Shadow Clan, in which he found himself unable to do anything against his opponent, he was determined to become a more able fighter in this. Of course he would still be mainly fighting with his wings and feather barrages, but not every battle would be fought in a way he wanted. And despite being told he made the right decision, he couldn't shake it off his head. What if that guy had been stronger? What if he did not permit Acion to leave? He and his sister would be dead-meat. So much for being a hero if one died without contributing anything of substance to the fight. 

[color=fff257]"Hrgh!"[/color] He punched the wooden dummy one more time, with his unhurt hand, as he exhaled loudly. It was not pleasant to live with the fact that you ran away from combat because you simply did not have enough strength to carry on the task. He knew he was just a hero in training, nothing more, but something kept eating him on the inside. 

He gave another sigh. [color=fff257]"I wish I have someone good enough to help me at this one."[/color]