Past the limit of normality

Subject: Past the limit of normality Mon 11 Apr 2011, 2:18 am

Code:: [b]Name:[/b] Demolishing Strength
[b]Rank:[/b] A
[b]Type:[/b] Physical
[b]Physical Requirements:[/b] Must Specialize in Weaponry or Taijutsu.
[b]Training Requirements:[/b] A 1600 word training post is required to gain this special characteristic.
[b]Description:[/b] The final level in the art of strength accessible to those who have undergone intensive training in increasing their raw power. The possessor of this talent has an increased strength of 60% which makes them remarkably stronger. At this stage their strength has transcended so high that they can now lift small boulders with their might and create small craters on the ground.

There has never been one day in Heiki’s life that he didn’t enjoy the things he went through. It was possible that Heiki’s life has always been pre-determined, engraved by a pen by an unseen man (or woman, Heiki wasn’t going to judge if it was a woman who directed these things. He was leaning towards a man however because the way everything was set was just too…well linear if he asked him about this) whose had already had a copy of what he was going to come. The only thing that put things into matter was whether or not Heiki will take the pre-determined path or not.

Heiki was never on a set path really. Not to his glance, no it wasn’t something of that sort. He never really thought about which paths to take or what decision would lead to another. Of course, it always has. It’s something you just can’t live without, like having toast without jam or having bacon without eggs or having stew without the meat. These combinations of sorts were put in place for a reason and they guided everyone, even those who didn’t believe it to be so. Well, if all these things are pre-determined and if that is the case then why worry about destiny? What was there to worry about if when things of that nature were already decided for you?

This question was always brought up whenever he began working his body to what would be the limits of normal men. Heiki wasn’t normal. It was known to his clan, this was known to the village of Kumogakure. He knew he was not a normal person; he excelled in what expectations one might think was impossible by a normal man. He’s always asked how he is able to do it. How is he able to push himself forward whenever your body just wants to say no? Could Heiki blame his threshold that he lacked? Something that people wished for, Heiki dreaded. He wanted to know what pain felt like, he wanted to know what it was like to feel something that made would force him to stop and pay attention to. It would limit him, it would break him apart. How could his clan look at this as a blessing? Oh God, no it was a curse. A shitty curse that he couldn’t stand because of the application that he can’t experience human weakness. What was it that made him so damn special being able to push these boulders up this large hill up and down again, up and down again. He didn’t feel it, he couldn’t feel it. It was like eating something bland and never knowing how it tastes. Everything was so

This was his life. He trained consistently, he slept constantly. He would wake up in the morning at the crack of dawn. When there was nothing for him to do, like a mission or go to scout a nearby camp or even torture someone, he would just train. Every day, during that time of war, he would go back to the training grounds where all of his past masters would burn his body to the ground. Every day he came down here to train his body, breaking down every fiber of his muscles, the fragments of bones in his body, joints, nerves, everything. Heiki realized that every day he would come there so he could die. It was just a reaction, a interest, a type of curiosity that makes him odd out of the tiny seeds we call human life. He wanted to know what it was like to die.

He thought that every day if he could move his body past the point of exhaustion. He wanted his cells just die away, breaking down the muscles. He would feel that burning sensation like little needles that were pricked every particular fiber in his body that would serve him only painful sensation. He wanted every drop of energy to pour out of his body, liquefy perhaps even gasify into something that given him that feeling of death.

He just wanted to die.

It was late in the evening. The early summer cicadas were chirping in the night sky. It was just as hot as it was this morning. There was no remorse in this weather; the heat had stricken even the hardiest of men. Heiki was laid out on the ground both his arms and legs stretched. He was looking up at the sky; a mixture of purple coloring over the fading orange of the sun and he could see the lights of the stars begin to twinkle dimly; it was funny how he never notice the look of the in between with the afternoon and night. It didn’t even appear real to his eyes. Every rational thought in his mind tried to sway away as a natural occurring thing in the summer. He was just looking at the serene image of something that naturally occurred through nature. But nature doesn’t have limits. It’s not limited by the human mind. People try to explain the unnatural, the supernatural, things like this with science and reason but there was nothing reasonable about it. It was unreasonable; it was surreal to a point where it should only appear in dreams. It was simply beautiful. There was no other word to describe it in his present vocabulary that could utterly describe it.

Heiki twisted his head to his arms He couldn’t tell whether or not he was in pain or not. He just knew that it was getting harder and harder to move. He asked his body if it can move his fingers. It moved all five of them on both hands. Can you move your toes? They responded with ease. Good he thought Can I get up? His knees didn’t shake but it wasn’t exactly on the finest level of doing any intense training like he was doing earlier. If he had to squat another boulder or crush into the ground again, he won’t be able to make it home. He was on his knees then he had one foot stationary so he could pull himself up. He could feel something wet between his fingers. He looks down. Blood was running down his knuckles, now his swollen knuckles. He pressed on his right hand seeing if there was any fluid running within them. They felt hard, rough like the calices on his feet but they haven’t shattered. He’s crossed that point where his body could break. Those were the beginning days where his hands would swell, his legs wouldn’t move for a few days or so. His hips would buckle before giving out falling onto the polished wooden floor his mother would wash every day. He remained bed ridden for more than a few days before moving again.

Those days were over and gone but it had been a long time since felt a pressure within his knuckles and fingers. It had been the first time in two years since he had reached a point past his plateau

Heiki had tied two large boulders all around the circumference of the spheres. They were tied together by very strong vines, green that was unreal to the eyes. Almost like viewing a color that exists in a crayon box. He threw the vines over a thick branch. He tugged it to see if it would hold. The branch didn’t bend. He gave it a stronger tug. He didn’t see the branch move or give way. His hands grasped the vines with a vice grip. He could feel the pressure of his harden hands fused with the grainy and hairy vine within his palms. He began to pull both vines. He could feel his muscles tense. His arms throbbed, his biceps and triceps were howling and pumping but Heiki couldn’t hear them. If he did hear it then he would be ignoring the signals. The boulders lifted itself from the ground and was slowly moving up the towards the tree branch. Heiki could feel it. His body was going to that stage where he was about to give and if he was going to give out then he might as well give it his all.

His muscles tighten even more, moving past the threshold that the maximum amount of muscle was able to produce. They were doing something that would be explained as scientifically impossible yet this man-he is a man?-is moving past the expectations of normality. The large boulders were rising up on the tree, the thick branch was beginning to bend. Don’t die on me just yet, just hang in there. Heiki kept chanting that over and over to himself, not for the tree sake but for his body as well. He wanted it to hold on just long enough, just long enough for him to achieve what he was doing.

Sweat beaded his skin moving down past his body, dripping onto the ground and feeding the earth with the unsung pain that Heiki’s body was experiencing. The sweat dripped down from his brow and into his eyes. He didn’t feel the stinging, he only closed his eyes and clenched down on his teeth. He had a feeling that amount of tightness he was feeling with this rope, he could almost assume that the vine was becoming a part of his body. It was like his arms had just been extensions of his arm as he pulled these things.

Heiki wasn’t going to let these boulders get the best of him. There was no way in hell he could succeed if these boulders were in his way. They mocked them, even as he raising them up on the ground to a shattering fate they were still laughing at him. In his head, he could hear it going on and on, shrills of laughter that was sounding like jackals and hyenas all compacted into a small room where there is no escape to leave. The door was locked and the key to it was just scrunched up in a corner where the hyenas and jackals wouldn’t let him move.

“These damn things. These damn things.” He was moving it slower and slower now, higher and higher it went-too weak Heiki, you’re too weak- and it was just getting to heavy to move. Damn, he needed more strength. He needed more. “I’m fucking better than this…better than all of you, stronger”-weaker-“than this. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you….” He chanted this over and over. He was pulling even harder, forcing his body to move. He said to hell with this, ain’t no point of sleeping tonight if he couldn’t break this barrier. He wanted this all to stop, he wanted the laughter to stop, the loneliness to end, he wanted it to break the shackles-

I want to be free.

There was a sudden tension that dissipated away from body. It was feeling of warmth that was instantaneous and then a sudden cooling of his body. It was a feeling like no other. Heiki’s mind didn’t grasp it at first. The feeling was odd, then funny, then terrifying, then tranquil. He had a sense that whatever this feeling had to offer it was doing more good than harm. He took a few steps, gritting his teeth then opening it up and yelling out a furious roar. It echoed throughout the forest, not hallowing out like echoes do but rather expanding as it was traveling. The animals of the forest turned their ears towards the sound. Those that were close to them saw the man whose sweat had pierced the earth and how he achieved something this day.

He took a few steps forward and pulled harder until the boulders were flying into the air. The vine that was used as a lever also moved along with it and the boulders were now airborne. Heiki had enough of a grasp on the vine to throw these large things out and away. They came crashing down to the earth and like all things that exert an particular large amount of force, it caused the earth to erupt. Around that area, the earth shook that area. The rumble disturbed the balance that the forest once had.

And then there was silence.

Heiki let’s go of the vine. He was breathing heavily, gasping in air so that his muscles could get in oxygen. He looked into his palms. There was a gash that ran from the top of the palm to the middle. On the outer regions of the gash were smaller scrapes. He wondered how he was feeling or rather, if the feeling was just short lived. Could he take a step? He took a step forward, he didn’t stumble to the left or to the right, his muscles didn’t want to turn into jello.

He was all right. He felt good for the first time in a very long and he was happy to experience it. Whether or not it was the adrenaline, he didn’t care that he was feeling this way. He grabbed his belongings that was near a tree ten feet from him and placed it over his bare shoulder. He takes a few steps before turning around and viewed the smash boulders. It had shattered into smaller pieces, not entirely decimated but he could imagine that if he had put more force behind it, the two boulders would had shattered almost immediately after it hit the ground. He felt proud of himself on that day.

For a moment, the loneliness was gone.

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