Board Thread:World Map/@comment-25687356-20161104034105/@comment-24714922-20161105001103

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It was well after midday by the time Mugen woke up; Elizabeth had woken up an hour or so earlier and had spent her time exploring the Inn. Mugen slid out of bed in a very ungraceful way, grumbling as he stood slowly. His hair was a mess, going off in all directions. His wounds seemed to have healed quite well over night with no sign of infection; he gently prodded them to see if the stitches were holding. They were. He couldn’t help but commend Chichi’s medicinal work even if she had been a bit sloppy to prove a point. Mugen through his tattered vest over his shoulders taking not that it was probably time to invest in a new outfit. Maybe a cloak, rogue nins wear cloaks right? He shrugged and tied the three tanto to his waist and went downstairs. He found Elizabeth talking to Inn-keeper; the two seemed to get along nicely. Mugen approached the pair and put a hand on Elizabeth’s head before looking to the Inn-keeper, “Sorry, could you keep an eye on her for a bit. I’m going to be training for a bit so she’s better off staying here” he rummaged into his pocket and pulled out 30ryo, the last of his wealth and put it on the table “That’s for any meals she might want”.

Mugen left the inn and walked through the streets, taking in the sights and smells. Finally his eyes fell on the large waterfall off in the distance. If there was anywhere to train that was it. Mugen took note of the distance and figured he could easily clear it with Jet Thrusters. He took a couple of steps back as he entered Stage One, his body morphing on the right side. A single large thruster morphed out of the center of his back, flaring a small amount of Senjutsu Chakra like the flames of a jet. A few people made comments of surprise with some calling him a monster and others calling him a shinobi. Children seemed to think it was pretty cool though. He ran forwards at impressive speeds and jumped, firing the thrusters and launched himself towards the Waterfall. It was an impressive jump, easily clearing the distance with a few more fires of the thruster. He finally landed only about 500 meters from the waterfall. Mugen stretched as he walked, loosening up his muscles. When Mugen finally arrived at the waterfall he spotted Keldran doing pushups under the waterfall, he gave a wave but wouldn’t disturb his training. Mugen himself stopped in front of a large rock in the center of a very shallow part of the river formed by the waterfall. It was easily as tall as he was and sturdy to boot.

He thought back to his recent endeavors. The Knuckle Duster Technique as he had called it made his punches heavier and amplified the power. He looked down at his monstrous right hand and attempted to recreate the technique, turning his fist into a hardened ball of mass with numerous small spikes. He could feel the weight increase to a point where most other people wouldn’t be able to lift their arms. He threw the arm back before bringing it forward and slamming it into the rock with tremendous force. Normally his hand would have been damaged and he might have made a small crack, this time his Knuckle Dusted fist caused a rather noticeable crack in the rock. “Hmm … denser maybe?” He had to really try and imagine his hand becoming denser, it was tough and he wasn’t sure if he was even doing it right. He couldn’t recall how he’d learnt the other techniques in the past. When he was confident the fist was denser he slammed it again finding it harder to swing but that it hit with more force. This would be a long day of training he was sure