Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30294490-20161204042949/@comment-26068742-20161204044402

Ha!....Ha!...Ha!" Panting out loud had been Obelisk punching on to the practice dummy his strikes denting the hard martial of the dummy. It's been day since Obelisk training with Taka since then Obelisk had been thriving to be the best not just for him now but for the people who was behind him. Within the training field stood Obelisk punching his dummy, he needed this time to train and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him. White shorts with hints of Red reanimating the outlines of the shorts that Obelisk wore this trainning had been a little much for him causing him to remove his shirt - only to have every brief hint of bulging imprint excruciating from his muscles dealt with. His naked olive skin, which encased the chiseled format of his rounded shoulders and speed bump orientated deltoids would have resembled the sight of molten rocks at the ongoing presence of a Hawaiian volcano, ignited to it’s core as it remained in its discretion of superiority over its next upcoming wave of lava. Obelisk, throwing a white towel over his shoulder braced his hand over a bottle of water as flaring red Boxing gloves hung loosely over his neck. He’d take a quick sip before making his way towards the dummy again.