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I didn't finish phase one yet. xd

Here I go.

Rush ran towards the 8th wall and started to worry a little. He still had 3 walls to go and his energy was greatly sapped. He approached the wall and began climbing. He focused on putting one hand up and tried to think of something else as his muscles burned. He reached the top and grabbed the rope. He swung his legs over and slid down to the ground. He jogged now to the 9th wall. He needed to start saving his energy and running was a taking it away quickly. He reached wall number 9 and grabbed the rope. He paused for a few minutes trying to convince himself he could do it. He started pulling himself up the rope. Slower this time than all of the others. With each pull upward it seemed like his body ached more. Finally after it seemed hours he reached the top and grabbed the rope, swung over and slid down a little faster than he would have liked but he was tired and had a hard time controlling his fall. When he reached the ground he fell on his rear and sat for a few seconds before getting up and jogging to the final wall.

This is it he thought one last wall and I can be done. The sun was now alot higher in the sky and the heat was now unbearable, sweat dripped from his brow into his eyes and he wiped it away. He reached the final wall and began climbing. While he was climbing he imgagined the meal and bed waiting for him when he finished. That was enough motivation to get him up the wall and grab the rope. He slid down the rope, this time not caring if he went to fast. He hit the ground and fell down. He rolled over and got to his feet. He limped the last few feet to the finish and collapsed on the ground.

(( Good job. Phase 2- intiated. ))

(( Nah. There pretty good. But... yeah, improvement is everlasting! ))

I'd like to start my traning, sir!

I'd like to train as well, Sir.

Meralda started off at a jog down the dusty track, trying to conserve her energy. She had taken off her trench coat, but had kept her gloves on to protect her hands from potential rope burns. Coming to a halt she squinted up into the bright sunlight at the first wall that loomed 50 feet high. Grasping the rope, she hauled herself up. Focusing on putting on hand over the other, she was surprised when she reached the top. Swinging one leg over the wall, she took in the view for a few moments before taking hold of the rope on the other side. Getting a firm grip, Meralda planted her feet firm on the wall. She began to rapell down the wall, carfully letting the rope slip through her hands to speed her descent. With only a few feet left to go, she released the rope and kicked off from the wall, landing in a crouch in the dirt. Straightening up, Meralda took off toward the second wall.

Running past the entrance gates of the field, Zetsu was fully aware that he was late and he had already seen most of the first group finish the exercise. Without speaking to the supervisor he sped off and quickly approached the first wall, its looming height only daunting him for a second. Gripping the rope with gloved hands, he began to propel himself upward, relying on his legs to give him his main thrust and using his hands to guide the way. By the last fourth of the wall, he had begun to chastise himself for not training beforehand, and he dragged himself up the crest of the wall, more exhausted then he shouldve been. From the top of the wall he viewed a fellow trainee and smiled. From outside of the tack he hadnt seen her begin the course. Realizing his fleeting distraction, he began to drop down the first wall and continue the course.

Rappelling down the wall faster than he usually did, Zetsu dropped the last 10 feet and landed noislessly, the way he was trained to land. Not slowing down his momentum, he sprinted the next 10 meteres and leaped upward, flashing a small grin towards the girl, and landed hard against the next wall, clinging onto the worn rope. Ignoring his bruised abdominals and his own embarassment, he pulled his lean body upwards toward the crest of the second wall. Pulling himself onto the second wall, he wasted no time and began to rappel downwards once again.

Once upon the ground, Zetsu once again looked upward with a steely glare and rushed the third wall with a sloppy jump and ended up hitting the wall the same way as before. Gritting his teeth, he climbed upwards once again and robotically hauled himself over the lip of the wall. Not bothering to rappel this once, he recklessly threw himself off the top of the wall and slid down the rope, glad he had decided to wear gloves this morning.

Sliding downwards was much quicker than he anticipated and distracted by the friction-caused-heat, he landed on the ground in complete surprise and crumpled painfully onto the ground. He was sweating profusely, his abdominals were bruised, and he was exhausted. he breifly tested his body for any signs of serious injury and gingerly picked himself off the hard ground of the track. He then tested his ankles to see if had broken either, but those too were unharmed. Jogging to the fourth wall, he made no attempt to jump, and started from the ground. He carefully pulled himself hand-over-hand and finally made it to the top. Zetsu's legs, arms, and entire body were now exhausted and his extremities were shaking due to his lack of breakfast. Noting to himself to eat breakfast and train ALWAYS, he checked his footing and carefully desended to the bottom of the fourth wall.