Day 113 - Action [Open] | The Meaning of Strength

[windgod]

[To say that it had been a while since anyone had seen Ippo might have been a bit of an understatement; in fact, he hadn't been around the Bastion since he had returned from the last core retrieval. Upon his resolve to become stronger, he had used his shards to purchase a heavy bag and had since locked himself away in his room, only emerging at "Night" to do his laps around the Bastion and to eat and drink what he needed to stay alive. His mind was set entirely upon what he was doing...honing his body into something that could protect the people he cared about; becoming someone that the others could rely on.

During the day, anyone going near his door would hear the methodical noise of a fist meeting leather or the sounds of heavy breathing; at night, one might catch a glimpse of a hooded figure dashing along the edges of the Bastion, getting faster and faster with each subsequent sighting. Either way, Ippo wasn't apt to reintegrate himself into the community without prodding...he didn't feel he could properly face everyone just yet...he wasn't strong enough yet...]

For everyone's sake...I need to be even stronger!