It had been three whole days now of punching this stupid block, the first few days Enki felt every time he hit the block that his hand was screaming in pain. At this point however the only thing he felt when he struck out at the block was the vibration going up his arm into his shoulder.
***Punch*** Whack! ***Punch*** Whack!
He continued punching the block continually at a steady rate, feeling the vibrations traveling up his arms each time... Something felt different though... Now that he could feel the vibrations they didn't seem to stop immediately it was more like the buzzing of a light bulb for a few moments when the light comes on.
***Punch*** Whack! BZZZZzzzzzzz...
"What the heck is happening to me? I can feel each hit resonate in my whole body, it's like something moving through me. I can't say it feels bad but it's a really confusing thing for Enki's young mind to comprehend. As he continues throwing his fists alternating between left and right he feels a sense of comfort wash over him as he developed a steady rhythm punching out at the block.
Without realizing it Enki has steadily been punching the block for the last twenty minutes without slowing or stopping. His mind had slipped into a sort of meditative state and he began to analyze the feeling of the block against his knuckles. The faint ridges of the block causing slight depressions in each of his knuckles each time he stuck out.
As he struck out over and over he couldn't tell that there was any change in what was happening, he was to focused on the buzzing feeling in his arms and the texture of the block on his knuckles.His punches had unknowingly become more compacted and centered around the center area of the block. His fists struck out like small mallets slamming into the block over and over again.
His strikes no longer made a sound like meat being slapped on a cutting board but became tight concise snapping impacts. The way his body tensed up and relaxed at certain times while he was punching seemed odd but in fact seemed to be speeding up his fist momentum.
***Punch*** Bam! ***Punch*** Bam!
Enki finally started to sense the subtle changes in his body as they had all seemingly appeared at once at least in his minds eye. He couldn't help but notice he was punching the exact same spot of the block every time he lashed out. Before when he had first started he could barely keep his fist straight to impact the board without spraining or twisting his wrist. Now, however, he could feel the impact going up into his wrists and carrying up into his shoulders like currents of live electricity.
As he continues pounding away at the block in front of him Enki has a sudden premonition when he strikes the rock, "It feels like the integrity of the block has weakened... Maybe if I just hit a little bit harder then something good will happen!"
***Punch*** Bam! ***Punch*** Bam!
Enki continues to hammer his fists into the block picking up his speed and swinging his fists as hard as he can while maintaining the center of the block as the target.
***Punch*** Bam! ***Punch*** Crack...
"What the fu**?" thought Enki as he felt a cracking feeling against his knuckles. He pulls his hand back to inspect the block only to find a hairline fracture going horizontal across the face of the block. He reaches out his hands and grips the top portion of the block tightly in his hands and lifts...
It easily breaks loose from the other piece.