I have never trained with weights in the sense of paying mind to a specific number. Most of my physical training has been more to hone speed and precision. If strength is required, I use chakra to enhance my body. At an estimate, I would say ten tonnes without strain would not be beyond me. Less without chakra — perhaps a thousand kilograms. There are shinobi in my world I expect would be capable of managing hundreds of tonnes.
๏ผ but strength, to him, matters much less than speed in a fight. the ability to kill someone in one hit only matters if you can hit them. ๏ผ
[ Sam whistles, nodding slightly to himself. Not surprising in the sense that he's learned to roll with the punches in realizing just how powerful the people around him are.
Good thing Sam never jokingly suggested that Itachi and Bucky should spar, because he's not sure he'd have enjoyed cleaning up what was left of his partner after - or at least his pride. ]
So at least I don't have to worry about dying. Alright, so the important thing is you gotta let me do the work on my own. Your job is to support the lift off the bar, and then make sure I don't get crushed to death if I'm stupidly overdoing shit. You're also by law not allowed to judge my struggles, or I'm not gonna send you cute little idioms again. Deal?
[ Sam walks him through the process of it all. The stance, the safety grip. Knows it's not technically necessary, but truth be told, if he starts training off form with one person it's just easier to slip up with someone else who might actually take the wrong lesson to other people - so Sam's gonna do it right.
He does smirk though. ]
A hassle, I know. And truth be told, I hate this part of things... the building up instead of maintaining, y'know? The things I do to fly, man...
[ He gets on the bench after loading up the weights, then throws a look up at Itachi. ]
Tell me more about your world? Or the shinobi you mentioned?
๏ผ he listens attentively, and once sam has set himself up on the bench he moves into position as if he's done it a thousand times, setting both hands lightly on the bar. his right is scarred badly by burns that curl around his knuckles, flame-licked evidence of unfortunate proximity. ๏ผ
If such comas become commonplace amongst the crew, it would serve us to find a way to stimulate one's muscles in the interim. Electrical impulses, perhaps.
๏ผ perhaps he will ask mccoy, who may have a better idea. he is briefly silent as they fall into the first of the reps, barely touching the bar but ready to intervene in an instant should sam falter. ๏ผ
Shinobi are the weapons of our hidden villages. Most of the countries on my continent have one, and if they are too poor to foster their own shinobi force they will often hire others if there is a need. When wars are waged between nations, it is shinobi that do the bulk of the fighting. I imagine that is not an unfamiliar story to you.
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I have never trained with weights in the sense of paying mind to a specific number. Most of my physical training has been more to hone speed and precision. If strength is required, I use chakra to enhance my body. At an estimate, I would say ten tonnes without strain would not be beyond me. Less without chakra — perhaps a thousand kilograms. There are shinobi in my world I expect would be capable of managing hundreds of tonnes.
๏ผ but strength, to him, matters much less than speed in a fight. the ability to kill someone in one hit only matters if you can hit them. ๏ผ
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Good thing Sam never jokingly suggested that Itachi and Bucky should spar, because he's not sure he'd have enjoyed cleaning up what was left of his partner after - or at least his pride. ]
So at least I don't have to worry about dying. Alright, so the important thing is you gotta let me do the work on my own. Your job is to support the lift off the bar, and then make sure I don't get crushed to death if I'm stupidly overdoing shit. You're also by law not allowed to judge my struggles, or I'm not gonna send you cute little idioms again. Deal?
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Very well.
๏ผ does he really seem the judgmental sort!! wow, rude. but, he goes to stand by the weight bench, to await further instruction. ๏ผ
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He does smirk though. ]
A hassle, I know. And truth be told, I hate this part of things... the building up instead of maintaining, y'know? The things I do to fly, man...
[ He gets on the bench after loading up the weights, then throws a look up at Itachi. ]
Tell me more about your world? Or the shinobi you mentioned?
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If such comas become commonplace amongst the crew, it would serve us to find a way to stimulate one's muscles in the interim. Electrical impulses, perhaps.
๏ผ perhaps he will ask mccoy, who may have a better idea. he is briefly silent as they fall into the first of the reps, barely touching the bar but ready to intervene in an instant should sam falter. ๏ผ
Shinobi are the weapons of our hidden villages. Most of the countries on my continent have one, and if they are too poor to foster their own shinobi force they will often hire others if there is a need. When wars are waged between nations, it is shinobi that do the bulk of the fighting. I imagine that is not an unfamiliar story to you.