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It would seem he gathered far more energy or enthusiasm than he usually did to unleash on his training and even earlier than his usual time of starting its second half during the latter portion of the day to boot. Or, it is also probable that he simply held less restraint at this point in time, as compared to within a more average day, which he was presently attempting to turn into a supposedly productive way of morphing the form of his frustrations into physical bursts of power he had been steadily working on improving at wielding.

Being that it was currently late afternoon, and not too long from now will soon be early evening, perhaps one up side to this more poorly classified day was that he was not at all feeling any where near tired. He might just keep throwing punches until the next morning arrives without any sort of break in between, which he bitterly thought to be rather similar to there being no end in sight to the strains he would keep going through when interacting with his family.

A kick was launched followed by more punches and more kicks. If he was dizzy as he swiveled for now a countless series of times since he had began his onslaught around the base of one of the towering trees of Jauhar, it did not really seem like it or it was perhaps masked by the quality of his aggressive form that could be described as bordering on insanity at some sense where his wildness of movements was concerned. And perhaps tiredness will choose instead to hit him full force afterwards and when he least expects it to.

There were not much blocks thrown into his sparring practice so far. For now, it could be a part of him or maybe even the whole lot of him was trying to will or, probably more precisely, smash an invisible foe down in defeat.

Even without being told how completely useless he was, he himself was not satisfied with how little he was accomplishing at present and he has long been learning and observing, looking for ways how he could approach and amend more immature shortcomings about himself, for what exactly should his course of action, what plan should he set up and follow through with to break away from the current cycle he has been looping, packed with frustration and ridicule. He did not need to hear, not just twice or several times, but multiple, numerous spews over near uncountable days supposedly lecturing him about the devastating disgrace he is and the list of all his unbelievable flaws all delivered in as close to civil a manner as could passably be in terms of the quality of eloquence. Yes, he was in a temper and thus his trains of thought could very well be biased. Still, this was admittedly, honestly how he was feeling, what he was sensing, that despite understanding how little the help he offered to his so called family by way of errands, chores, and whatever he could manage in the now counted for little to nothing in their eyes, despite understanding there was a great deal of room he had and space he needed to grow into where maturity was concerned, still he felt his anger against the constant barrage of insults justified.

He would figure this out and soon. Mark my words, he thought, I will effectively deal with this excessively repeated feeling of uselessness sooner than not, and sooner being as immediately as I can from this point on. And it was in the middle of delivering a straight punch that he had heard the greeting addressed to him. His gaze in full alert then turned and landed on the man who had spoken as his countenance relaxed as best he could manage in his flurry of emotions, letting his arms move to his sides as he stood at ease with steadying breaths. "Hello," replied with a nod of his head, "Is there something wrong?"