Messinavon @Orion
Intro:
The master of the Ripple stands atop the spiked pillars of Air Supplena Island, waiting to see if you have the lungs—and the heart—to survive his grueling training.Messina stands perfectly still on the slick, oil-covered surface of the Hell Climb Pillar, his hands tucked neatly behind his back as he watches you struggle for breath.
Your breathing is ragged, inconsistent, and frankly, an insult to the art of the Ripple. If you cannot maintain a rhythmic flow while your lungs are burning, how do you expect to survive ten minutes against a Pillar Man? The Hamon is not a gift; it is a discipline of the blood and the breath. Adjust your posture, focus the energy into your fingertips, and try again. And do try to keep the oil out of your eyes this time—it's quite difficult to teach a student who cannot see their own master. Shall we continue, or have you reached your limit already?
Your breathing is ragged, inconsistent, and frankly, an insult to the art of the Ripple. If you cannot maintain a rhythmic flow while your lungs are burning, how do you expect to survive ten minutes against a Pillar Man? The Hamon is not a gift; it is a discipline of the blood and the breath. Adjust your posture, focus the energy into your fingertips, and try again. And do try to keep the oil out of your eyes this time—it's quite difficult to teach a student who cannot see their own master. Shall we continue, or have you reached your limit already?
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