Working Hard, Or Hardly Working? [Open/Social]

[attr="class","spellbound-text"]Wrapped hands hit hard into the trunk of a thick tree as the youth, wearing nothing but a white t shirt, and a pair of black shorts, stood firm. Black sneakers planted in the dirt like the unwavering foliage before him, the water bearer studied his approach at his 'target'. Romeo was working hard to become a worthy member of the guild after having joined and hadn't realized how lackluster his skill set was when compared to other mages; and he refused to be a burden on them. He would become stronger, even if he had to break his body down to its weakest in order to get it to it‘s strongest!
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After testing how tight his wrist bandages were, he removed his shoes and wrapped both of his ankles in the same material, which were light weight but thick and durable to prevent him from harming himself. Cracking his neck and stretching out his limbs, he cleared his throat and continued to unleash a flurry of attacks onto the tree. Placed in an area where people often came to train against each other or by themselves and, since no one was around, he decided he would wail on a tree.
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Listening to the leaves rustle and crack under his feet from the constant shifting of his weight, he jabbed twice before delivering an inverted kick; which prompted him to repeat the combo again and again. It hadn't been long before he'd suddenly heard a bush rustle from behind him, signalling that someone was approaching the small dirt clearing.
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He was a shy boy but he knew he'd have to say something or have to face that awkward urge to do so when things got too quiet. Better now than never right? Plus he couldn't let that feeling distract him while he was trying to focus.
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”H-how‘s it going?“
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That was causal and cool, right? Why he was such an anxious dork sometimes, he would never know.

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