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Maikeru had ambled off into the woods in boredom in search of something to do after he recovered from his bout with Kasen when he stumbled across the shack.
"Hunh, I wonder what this i...Holy S*** I completely forgot I had this commissioned." He mumbled as he walked around the perimeter of the building, dragging his hand along the wall feeling the smooth grain of the wood. Glad I payed the carpenters well

He finished his circuit of the building and opened the door entering the dim and humid interior. A paper was nailed to the far wall, Maikeru ripped it off and read:

Dear Mr. Moyashi,

We completed the project to the specifications you provided us with, with the exception of a few alterations, which are as follows: A dial concealed behind a hidden panel will allow you to control the difficulty of the training sessions, including the speed, frequency, size, strength, and pattern of the projectiles. We also added shuttered vents so as to allow you to gain more airflow if needed, and the floor will drop and retrieve all of the projectiles at the end of each session. We hope our craftsmanship is up to your expectations, it has been nice working with you.

Project Manager
Mr. Moyaji


Hunh well how about that, I think I like this guy. Now about those vents... Maikeru felt along the wall untill he found a small switch he hadn't placed in the original blueprints and flipped it. Immediately cooler air rushed into the building through hidden vents circulating the air and making it much more comfortable.

"Aaaand the...hmmm what shall I call it? I beleive 'The Dial of Difficulty' is sufficient. Now where did he hide 'The Dial of Difficulty?" He chuckled at how rediculous he sounded and once again searched the walls, this time for a small seam indicating a false panel. A few minutes later he found what he was looking for near the door. Pushing on the panel, it clicked lightly and recessed into the wall before falling a few inches to reveal the dial.

I don't have enough time for a full training session today, so I'll just test the system to see how well it works.
Setting 'The Dial of Difficulty' to its highest setting, he stepped out of the door leaving it open so as to observe what occured inside.

A few moments later a constant loud clicking commenced, every two seconds.

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

and on and on. After a few clicks throwing knives of different sizes, weights, shapes, sharpness, and style started flying from seemingly random holes in the wall at a constant rate.

Approximately ten clicks later other objects were added to the stream of projectiles, anything from a small metallic ball, to a crossbow bolt was flying through the air. The sound was cacophonous, hissing, thunking, sticking, cracking, to many different sounds to hear all of them all from the objects flying through the air from every direction at once.

Maikeru looked on in amazement, he had always had quite good reflexes and been able to see many quick moving things at once, it tended to benefit him greatly in fights. But this was a whole other level, everything was moving so fast it was one giant steel blur or sharp, moving, wickedly fast, possible death. And it was all for him.

Maikeru burst out laughing, he was going to have the time of his life with this training and it would help his combat skill immensely as well. As his laughter subsided he turned around and closed the door. The projectiles still flying every which way inside the building as he jogged back to the squad to resume his duties. He couldn't wait to get back and get started, this was going to be FUN.

((ahhhh so frustrating!! I had a very nice post, then I clicked preview and BAM!! whole thing was gone, stupid errors! Mehhh well I'll try again tommorrow

Maikeru walked into the middle of the building, he'd just had a horrible day, wonderfully embarassed in front of the hot red head who's name he still failed to remember, and she didn't even notice. Life sure can suck sometimes.

On his way throught the door he had uncovered the dial and spun it to a random setting. Maikeru glanced over right as he threw the knife to begin the sequence, and consequently, stress therapy. "Wait six?!?! Nonono that is not," Click!, "F***" Click! "Ohhhhhh I thought that was" THUNK! "Hmmm ok maybe it was."

Maikeru steadied his breathing and focused, hoping he wouldn't get stabbed in the back too many times.

CLICK!CLICK! Two I can handle two...I hope. Two crossbow bolts flew from the wall at the exact same moment. One aimed for the middle of his chest and the other to pin his left leg to the ground through his ankle. Taking note of each bolt's approach and speed, Maikeru drew a knife and spun, sweeping his leg out of the way of the bolt. Mid spin he whipped his arm out and cut the second bolt in half halting it's momentum and rendering it relatively harmless.

CLICKCKCKCK! A throwing knife from behind aimed at his back, a large steel ball aimed for his gut, a japenese shuriken for the left side of his neck, and another knife heading for a bulls-eye between his eyes. I seem to be getting better, I can actually do this! Maikeru moved he quickly slid to the right to give himself a millisecond more to deal with the shuriken and to ensure if he missed the others they wouldn't be fatal. Spinning back ninety degrees and reaching out he redirected the knife that had been aimed for his back midflight to send it spinning wildly at the ball. Sensing the shuriken was about to stab him in the neck, Maikeru jerked his head down and to the right, the bladed weapon grazing his cheekbone and slicing off a good amount of hair. Jacka** Maikeru caught the last dagger half an inch before it struck him full on in the face and whipped it at the shuriken now embedded in the wall, breaking it in half from the force of the throw. "I didn't ask for a hair cut, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"

SNCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCK!!
Ahhhhhh Hell nuggets! Small shuriken were flying from every corner and slot in the building, not at the same time luckily, but still all aimed right at him. Maikeru focused just on those about to strike and half-ignored the rest. He dropped to the floor to dodge one aimed for his forehead and rolled to avoid several more aimed at that low level. On his back Maikeru flipped up to his and jumped just as three more whizzed through the air where his sternum and been but a moment ago. He kicked the wall mid-jump to send himself across the room dodging several more potentially fatal strikes at once. As he hit the floor on the opposite side he kept rolling and drew a parrying knife in each hand, anviling them against his forearms. Maikeru whirled through the air, the clanging of blocked shuriken mixed with the solid thunking of dodged blades striking the wood, and the whisper of barely dodged projectiles cutting slits in his clothing. He slowly made his way to the center of the room, sustaining small cuts and scrapes along the way. The last shuriken flew from the ceiling above, rolling his eyes Maikeru stepped to the left and let it collide with the floor.

Maikeru was breathing deeply to recover his breath, Damn I hate shuriken, that wasn't fun at allCLICK! A small but fast moving iron ball sped for his left knee-cap, "Well here goes nothing!" Maikeru spun his body around moving with the ball to catch it from behind and lessen the force with which is struck his palm.CLICK! A dagger came from up near the ceiling while he was still in mid-motion reaching for the ball. CLICK! A large bladed boomerang exited a slot and aimed to decapitate Maikeru. Having succeded in grasping the ball he continued with the momentum of the projectile and sent it up on an intercept course with the dagger.CLICK! A small knife for his kidney. Maikeru ducked the boomerang and reached back catching the small knife.CLICK! A throwing axe for the middle of his back. He threw himself to the side to dodge the axe and simultaneously threw the knife at the boomerang thinking it would halt its deadly flight. The knife embedded itself in the boomerang throwing it off course. It whizzed around the room and somehow ended up on a path headed strait for Maikeru's current position on the ground. Seeing this Maikeru scrambled towards the axe, ripped it from the floor, and swung it at the boomerang, embedding both in the wood flooring with a pleasant ringing sound.

Maikeru grimaced, he was bleeding and starting to get worn out from all this flying about, he prayed it ended soon. Maikeru levered himself off the ground and took the quick respite between attacks to reposition himself in the center of the room. Maikeru closed his eyes took a deep breath and let the tension drain from his body. Please let this one be the end.CLICK! Maikeru strained his senses to the limit, they had been close together but he had most certainly heard six firing sounds. His eyes flashed open has he scanned the part of the room that was visible and spun as quickly as he could to view the rest. The heavy daggers, all identical, were now halfway to their target. The first for his left upper thigh, the second for the back of his right shoulder, the third for his gut, the fourth at his lower back, the fifth for his heart, and the final dagger spinning horizontally (not in the usual vertical spin of most thrown knives) to slash open his windpipe, all of them would strike at almost the same moment. Maikeru sprung into action with one thought in mind while attempting to save his own life, "S******************************T". Maikeru shot out his left hand and caught the knife heading at his throat in the middle of a spin by the blade, slicing open his palm. One. in one motion he bent down at the waste dodging the blade seeking to embed itself in his shoulder and striking the blade heading for his thigh. Meanwhile his other hand had managed to catch the blade targeting his heart, this time by the hilt, and stop it from killing him. Two. Three. Four. Maikeru dropped the dagger he had been holding by the blade and jumped, still bent over, to get himself over the last two knives. They glinted in the sunlight as the passed within inches of eachother. Maikeru slashed with the dagger in his right hand, intercepting both while they were near eachother and sending both into the floor. Maikeru landed on the ground, incurring a few more light cuts across his body from the various bladed weapons laying about.
Clack!

Maikeru stood back up and winced in pain before walking out the door and back to his quarters to bandage himself up before he was needed again. Blood dripped down his arm staining the wood flooring of the building and the loam of the forest floor. His last thought as his figure was lost in the shadows of the trees was, "Damn, not so fun that time, at least I can do level seven.....kinda."

Maikeru walked in and looked around, taking in the dark sight of his old training room nostalgicly. "Well no use to me now, Vin has been kicking my A** into shape with her own training. Buh-Bye!"

Maikeru quickly wrote a note for the repair and upkeep crew that came by occasionally, they were to tear down the structure and have all projectiles and possibly usable materials sent to Maikeru's room in trunks.

Maikeru left whistling a happy tune.