86 Training Routine

Lachlan made his way to the island, weaving through the death zones to avoid trouble, he made it there relatively fast. But when he got there he saw some usually things, things that he could only pin on one group, the navy.

Stepping onto the beach he saw thousands of footprints scattered around the sand. Along with those footprints were drag marks, where they likely dragged a heavy object through the area. Possibly a large rock or tree.

Along with those marks were also beast like footprints along with what looks like a snake trail. It made complete sense for them to use their beasts, they didn't exactly give the navy information whether or not this island had any dangers to it.

After looking around for a bit Lachlan determined they've already left. Lachlan could only think of one thing that'll actually attract them here but wasn't sure how they knew. 'Unless' struck by the sudden realisation Lachlan went into a full sprint towards the river.

Walking upstream he found where the drag marks started. It was likely the largest rock against the river that they dragged along with them and the only reason they'd want it is this.

"Analyse"

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Name: Hard-Stone

Description: A stone that has gone through the constant abuse to extreme gravity, forcing its molecules to compress together even more, giving the stone extreme toughness.

Parts: Stone, Water Core

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He knew it, he remembers giving them a pebbled he got from here. Which meant they've managed to crack into it and get the core. Although, he wasn't exactly sure as to why they grabbed the biggest rock, they might not be able to open it.

Looking around he noticed some smaller pebbles missing, but they were so small it might not be too noticeable.

"Possibly soldiers grabbing some for themselves," Lachlan muttered under his breath. He analysed a few other stones and noticed something. Not all of the had cores, the smaller the stone the less likely it would have formed a core. Meaning those soldiers that pocketed something are unlucky.

"Oh well," Lachlan continued onwards until he reached a point in which he couldn't advance anymore. He leaned over and ripped a line in the ground, this would be his starting line. He looked up, 'and as for the finish line he stared towards the tree and nodded his head. That would be his goal while on the island.

He trained for as long as he could before getting tired, then went back towards the river, where he got a big handful of the water. He felt a freeze, then the warmth, "Oh, I haven't missed this feeling".

He continued to train until he was night, then he moved towards the beach to try some other training. Although he wasn't sure, since the water gets rid of fatigue, that might mean that he could continue to train throughout the night.

The training he would attempt to do on the beach would be elemental training, hopefully, he might be able to get to the point where he could have it in constant use, even when doing physical training.

When he got to the beach he sat down and enjoyed the sunset for a little while before focusing on his next training. He held out one hand and focused heavily on a spot, a fireball was slowly forming a few centimetres above his hand.

Once it reached a diameter of 30cm he went on to the next phase. The fire quickly began morphing, changing its shape as it attempted to surround Lachlan's hand. It was beginning to form a bracelet but the moment it attempted to connect the flames burst apart outwards leaving Lachlan unscathed.

Lachlan was unfazed by his failure, but there was a glowing determination in his eyes. He did the same thing, holding out his hands and first starting with a fireball before trying to morph it. Just like before, the moment they make contact it bursts apart.

This time Lachlan tried to think of what the problem is. A fireball was a relatively easy shape which is why he was able to do it, but it seems different shapes require a much higher level of control.

Lachlan decided he won't try to wrap the fire around him just yet but start with some more basic training. Holding out his hand a much smaller fireball was formed, roughly 15cm in diameter. As he focused the ball began to deform, slowly forming edges to it. After a minute the fireball changed shape and was now a triangle.

Beads of sweat were forming on Lachlan's forehead, rolling down his nose and dropping on the sand beneath him.

As he continued to practice the shapes were changing, getting more and more complex. The next shape formed was a square, then a pentagon. After much training he collapsed on the ground, his mind was exhausted, and he had a small migraine.

He grabbed a bottle by his side and took a big mouthful of water. The migraine slowly faded away, what replaced it was a rather warmth, comfortable feeling that seemed to relax his brain.

Now that he had 2D shapes down next was 3D, he could already form a sphere as it was the simplest. Now it was onto a pyramid.

Starting with a fireball he slowly changed the image in his mind and morphed the ball. It quickly started to lose shape before bursting, he started to lose patience and got more annoyed at every failure.

After attempting to do that for so long he got annoyed and stopped, he thought of something else he could try to do. He thought that it might be able to help him form the 3D shapes better.

Holding out one opened palm he formed a fireball. He then held out his other and tried to do the same. The fire gathered and began forming, but the fireball stopped growing and only grew a fraction of the size compared to the other one.

Then faced them towards the water and attempted to fire them. The larger fireball shot out towards the water without any hesitation. The smaller ball, on the other hand, was still in Lachlan's palm. When he saw that he focused and shot it off as well.

'Does this mean I have to split my mind' Lachlan thought of a solution but wasn't sure how to execute it. Splitting his mind wasn't exactly easy, let alone the fact that he has no idea where to start.

He kept trying and trying only to fail every time. Although the size of the fireballs was beginning to look similar, there was still a noticeable difference between them. Lachlan continued to train for hours and before he realised it the sun was suddenly rising.

After taking another mouthful of water he began the next day. Going back into the forest to physically train. He managed to get a couple more metres further, he continued to train until sunset, in which case he went back to the beach to start the other training.

After clearing his head he came across and sudden realisation at how stupid he was. While it would definitely be beneficial for him to continue this training. Getting his beasts to join in would make his entire team stronger.

"Come out!" Lachlan shouted, causing his tattoos to light up. All four beasts stood in front of him. Lachlan began to show and explain what they'll need to do, they quickly remembered and began training themselves.

Temp began to do that elemental training while the Rocs went into the forest to train their bodies. While there they would spar with each other, slowly improving their combat experience. Lachlan and Temp would also join along during the day, all of them ended up getting rather bruised. But after drinking some water they were back to training.