The great thing about his Hub was that he could do his sword dance without worrying about destroying anything.
He was barefoot with just pants on, he was sweating like a pig from all the heat his inner world exuded.
The young boy was slowly becoming a man, he wasn't buff by all means but the muscles were there. Lean and complimentary of his tall stature.
He'd been sword dancing for the last hour, he figured that he could use the power of it to enhance the pressure of his kicks and punches he could succeeded in creating his second thread.
Theories were always much easier than practicals. This taught him the importance of Bloodthorne, the blade made it easier for him to redirect and focus Gi, doing it with his body turned out to be an even more difficult challenge—a difficult challenge he wanted to overcome.
With each step his body collapsed and before he even noticed it had healed, he may have not been aware of that but the pain was undeniably real.
