[Training] addicted to pain

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Oh sweet Safrin he was not as fit as he used to be. Who knew coming back from the dead gave you noodle arms and the lungs of an invalid? Still - Ronin was no stranger to hard work, and so help him he would persevere until he was well on the way to his former strength. For now, though, it was back to basics. Way back to basics. The only saving grace was that the morning he had set out to run the perimeter, a hard rain had begun to fall, slicking his hair back and darkening it to pitch black. He was soaked from head to foot, dirt and grass squelching beneath his feet with each step. Still, his blue eyes burned with determination, and it was only when he reached one of the tall fenceposts which designated the beginning of someone's farmlands that he gave himself a break. Heart pounding, lungs burning, Ronin still found himself giddily laughing as he clung to the post to stay upright. He'd not been this terrible at exercise since he'd been a teenager!