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A cool winter's eve found Kum0 once again within The Facility's Improvement Complex. Clad in a navy vest and dark, somewhat worn pants the mod soul seemed to be poring over what seemed to be some sort of schematics. Once satisfied the dark haired mod soul would wander over to one of the many empty chambers, submitting the blueprints into a slip that opened near the door as he approached.
Download those schematics into my psyche if you would, he said as if speaking to the air around him, they are new techniques.
Are you to begin training them immediately, Master Kum0? came the robotic feminine voice of the chamber.
Indeed, I would like the chamber set up accordingly.
Of course, the room echoed as Kum0 opened the door into a a rather large area, one might be forgiven for assuming just how large the room appeared given how small it looked from the outside, the sheer space afforded the mod soul large enough to house a herd of wildebeest. Placing his hand onto a panel on the wall the mod soul waited.
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Initiating psychomechanical interface. . . beginning download. The robotic voice chimed as the panel Kumo had placed his hand on began to glow, becoming a metallic gloved perforated with needles that clamped firmly around the mod souls hand. Ignoring the sting of invading metal, Kum0 turned his eyes on the room, watching slowly conform into a proper training area with multiple dummies sliding out of the panels and taking up positions around the center.
Download of Kineto-Pulse and Black Juggernaut complete, integrating information with psyche. One moment please
At those words Kum0 felt a gentle hum around his brain as the knowledge of how to perform the techniques became increasingly clear within his mind.
Process complete, the room said the metallic glove unclamping and returning back to its panel form. The mod soul walking to the center of the room as he flexed his fingers a little gingerly.
Set minimum resistance for the first round. he spoke setting himself up in position. The room seemed to hum in response and a soft 'ping' sound let him know it was ready.
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Concentrating Kum0 let the reishi build up inside of him before releasing it in a dark pulse like ring. Colliding with the dummies around him as it extended outwards, which shook under the force but otherwise registered no signs of wear or even damage. Okay so at least I know how to perform it, now for a little more power.
Building up a greater pool of reishi this time the mod soul once again let loose a dark pulse of energy, the energy was larger this time, sending the dummies further back than the first wave, but like last time no damage registered.
With a slight frown the mod drew forth more reishi this time, rather than immediately releasing it he focused his mind on pushing, letting his mind shape the reishi as he built it up before releasing it with force from his body. A large wave of dark reishi flowed from his body in a large ring, extending outwards, as it struck the dummies one by one they shattered, those that didn't immediately shattered as they collided against the panels of the room.
Good, the mod soul retorted with a pleased smile, now increase the resistance up to 50%.
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As he spoke the room seemed to vacuum up the broken dummies, in their place new ones would emerge from the walls, taking up their respective positions around the mod soul.
Spiritual Resistance now at 50%, the room chimed as the last took up its position on the periphery.
At those words Kum0 allowed the reishi to build up inside of him once more, letting it build up in intensity as he did last time before releasing a torrential pulse of dark energy, as it extended outwards it seemed to make contact with the dummies, the notable sound of energy smacking against material echoing in the room, yet the sound betrayed the true damage, for the dummies barely moved, with those closest to the mod soul only being sent back a few meters.
The next couple of tries would yield the same results, the dummies showing little sign of spiritual wear, only the distance in which they were flung from Kum0 seemed to increase though even this was gradual. With a sigh the mod soul sat down.
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Shall I decrease the resistance, Master Kum0? the roomed chimed almost empathetically.
The mod soul shook his head, administer the regenerative serum, the last few attempts seemed to have drained me.
A long arm on which was attached an equally long needle seemed to descend from above the room, inserting itself into Kum0's spine as a blue colored liquid was emptied into him. The mod soul felt his power surge once more to its original levels as the needle retracted, rather than focus on multiple attempts and repetitions to akin to stamina training he would instead release as much of his power as he could and build up his potency or strength from there. When he was depleted he would simply have his energy restored, it made sense given that the resistance was greater and would require more strength, he could build up endurance afterwards.
Focusing this time the mod soul drew forth as much reishi as he could, the process now instinctive given the manner of times he had repeated the process and let it explode from his body, like water out of a broken dam. Waves of dark reishi exploded outwards in a ring shape, splintering a majority of the dummies around him and sending them flying out.
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Noting the improved results the mod soul released another wave of reishi in a similar manner, this time shattering the already splintered dummies. He staggered a little on the second attempt, releasing that much reishi drained him much faster than his previous method, yet the progress was there to be seen. The room once again vacuumed up the broken dummies as another panel opened and another batch would take the places of their fallen comrades.
Kum0 would only manage a third attempt, though this time he seemed to catch the hang of it as the dummies close to him immediately shattered upon impact with his dark reishi, those that were farther away splintering when the ring of reishi made contact. Sinking to his knees the mod soul wheezed slightly.
Another, he managed to breathe, another needle descending from above him as more liquid was injected into his spine. Whatever reishi induced fatigue or depletion was immediately replaced with power as his reserves were once again filled to the brim.
Shattering the remaining dummies was child's work this time, even those that stood at the periphery splintered into pieces before they could hit the wall. The next few attempts were to help Kum0 grow adjusted to using the technique at this level, after 10 or so repetitions the mod soul was disintegrating the dummies closest to him, those that survived were so cloaked in his reishi their bodies seemed to float towards the walls in slow motion.
With a satisfied smile the mod souls would speak once more. 100% spiritual resistance
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With a soft 'ping' the room would fill itself with new dummies, each one taking up the same positions around Kum0. Having mastered the process by now the mod soul simply emptied himself of reishi, aiming to hit as hard as he could this time. Reishi flooded from his being like a tsunami, filling the entire room in a sea of black that threatened to consume all those within. Yet the dummies stood, like standards against the tide. Such was the strength of 100% spiritual resistance.
Dropping to his knees Kum0 wheezed and clutched at the section where his soul pill lay, that had taken everything he had and yet the dummies showed no sign of breaking. As if instinctively another needle would descend from above, restoring him to full power.
The following attempts would yield nothing, and the needle would descend upon the mod soul's spine multiple times though, to his credit, with every try the frequency with which it would descend would decrease gradually. It wasn't until the 15th or 16th try that the closest dummies to the mod soul began to show signs of wear, this only caused the mod soul to renew his efforts and twice the room had to be reinsulated to prevent his reishi from breaking out.
It wasn't until his 30th try that evening that the closest of the dummies began to shatter.
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Like mana from heaven the sign renewed his efforts and wave after wave of reishi continued to pour from his being, shattering more and more dummies with each attempt until finally, the last of the dummies flew, in slow motion, and shattered against the walls of the training room.
Yet he did not stop there, the mod soul continuing to release wave after wave, destroying as many dummies as the room could create until finally his body grew accustomed to the strain and he could shatter them with little mental effort. His body releasing reishi now on reflex and the mod soul found he didn't even have to mould the reishi as it would simply flow out from within him like well drilled muscle memory.
A couple of times he released the full extent of his power, each time the training chamber shook and nearly collapsed on itself from the damage sustained, on the last try the mod soul smiled up at the chamber, no doubt the AI would be in overdrive trying to fix the damage.
Set up an incubation chamber here, we will resume my training after 48 hours.
The room was more than quick to oblige. A single pod rising up from the center just a few inches away from where he stood, stepping inside, green liquid rising from beneath him as the door closed behind him, the mod soul allowed darkness to consume his consciousness.
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48 hours later. . .
Kum0's eyes opened as the remaining green fluid trickled away from his pod, with a soft hiss the door would open and the mod soul would step out. His clothes, still wet from the fluid, clung to his body though they would immediately loosen up as he heated his body up momentarily.
The room has been upgraded to suit your potency Master Kum0, the room chimed proudly, shall we resume with the dummies?
The mod soul gave a nod, this time have them placed directly infront of me, grouped together, rather than around me, with space for an extended run up.
As he spoke another panel would open and the dummies would walk away from the mod soul, standing a considerable distance away, to his specifications, the distance allowing for a nice lengthy run up.
Have them set at minimal spiritual resistance
A soft ping would immediately answer.
Closing his eyes momentarily, the mod soul recalled the specifics of his Black Juggernaut technique, allowing his reishi to form some 10 meters in front of him and extend out to form a cone around the mod soul. Once the reishi began to rotate rather violently the mod soul broke into a sprint, charging down the dummies in front of him.
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Upon impact the dummies would shatter, at least those at the front would, the remaining dummies would be instantly splintered into material at the touch his reishi drill. His training from the past 48 hours coming to bear with this new technique as well.
Again, the mod soul would speak, walking away as the last of his reishi began to fade into nothingess as another panel would open and more dummies would take the place of their fallen comrades who were being vacuumed up.
Forming the reishi in front of him once again, the mod soul allowed it to extend out and form its cone shape once more, as it began to rotate he would charge the dummies once again, making impact just as his 'drill' reached maximum rotating velocity. The result was the same as last, whatever dummies that weren't destroyed on impact were shredded to pieces by his reishi.
Again
The mod soul repeating the process, allowing his body to grow familiar with forming the reishi in front of him and rotating. Focusing more on the process rather than the result, working on his timing such that he would only make contact just as the reishi reached maximum rotation velocity.
Only when he was satisfied with his timing and the forming of reishi would the mod soul utter, up the spiritual resistance to 50%.
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With a soft ping sound the room would swallow up the remains of his last try and replace them with more dummies. Not underestimating the durability of the dummies this time Kum0 allowed all of his reishi to form, his body now familiar with the process after multiple tries it wasn't long before the reishi was rotating at full power.
Charging the dummies, as expected, yielded little in way of results with only the front dummies shattering, whilst the number was substantially more than the last two days, their bodies were not completely destroyed and prevented the dummies behind them from bearing the full brunt of the damage.
Turning away the mod soul repeated the process, pouring his full power into a fixed point and allowing to reach maximum rotational veolcity before charging again, this time he managed to clean up most of the remaining dummies though in truth they were only spared due to the dummies infront.
Kum0 would repeat the process a further 2 times before having to call down for the serum, a significant improvement from last time, but his potency still needed work.
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With each repetition, more and more dummies would be swallowed up by the drill. On Kum0's part forming the drill and amplifying its power became like muscle memory to mod soul and he found he could fluctuate between desired power levels with greater ease.
Finally, with what seemed like his umpteenth try the dummies would all be swallowed by the drill such that only toothpicks of their material remained. The room did not need to be told this time that more would need replace them, using only the turning of the mod soul's back as an indication to sweep up whatever remained and put more dummies in their place.
The mod soul would continue to repeat the process, allowing his body to steadily grow accustomed to the strain, a few times the mod soul had to call for the serum but, with each try, the frequency with which it was called grew less and less until the strain was non existent and the need for a refill negligible.
As before once the mod soul reached this level he extended the process even further, perfecting his timing and running with the rotation of the drill, allowing him to make impact just as the drill was at its most potent.
Only then would he utter, 100% spiritual resistance.
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At this resistance, like with the 50%, it took everything Kum0 had to even dent the dummies, his drill simply phasing through them as though it didn't exist. The mod soul barely managing two turns before having to call for a refill of the regenerative serum. By now though this was to be expected and Kum0 focused on building his strength rather than his endurance, continually pouring his all into every attack.
With each and every turn, his potency increased, as did his reliance on the serum the room provided, as did the number of dummies his drill would consume, until at last the last of them would be swallowed up in the swirling mass of black reishi. Even then he continued to push himself, until his drill left nothing of the dummies for the room to even sweep up.
Only then would the mod soul's attention shift towards endurance, at its most potent the drill consumed so much reishi that he could only manage one or two at a time before he was completely drained, the strain of such a power incredibly taxing.
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Such that the mod soul would have to rest at regular intervals to simply regain himself. Though with each turn, and each administration of the room's serum, the strain would gradually decrease, though not going away completely the mod soul was able to fluctuate between potencies at greater ease.
Eventually the serum use too also gradually grew less and less and the mod soul was able to focus on endurance, honing the potency of his drill with his timing in order to make maximum impact upon collision. No small feat given how much reishi he used simply to make the technique potent enough to damage the dummies, controlling its rotation and timing it with his speed was another thing altogether.
Yet Kum0 persevered, sensing the end in sight the mod soul continued attempt after attempt doggedly until at last the speed and potency of his technique aligned with his timing and the strain, through still problematic, was now manageable. The destruction and levels thereof he left to the room, who twice had to insulate the room from being completely destroyed or punctured beyond repair.
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With his last attempt, the mod soul gave a satisfied sigh. Walking back to the door of the room he placed his hand on the panel which began to glow softly before becoming a spiked glove which clamped across his hand.
Scanning , the room echoed as a soft hum reverberated across the somewhat slightly charred walls, they had, no doubt, received their fair share of the force of his training, even now the remaining splinters and ashes were being vacuumed up from around him.
Scanners indicate both Black Juggernaut and Kineto Pulse techniques are completely integrated at 95% and 96% respectively. Damage levels are at 97% an 98% respectively with strain levels around 43% and 45%, technique level rating is considered Mastered, the room seemed to echo almost proudly. Total dummies destroyed. . . . ..over 40,000 across a 96 hour period. Do you wish to train something else, Master Kum0?
With a gentle shake of the head the glove would unclamp and Kum0 would retract his hand making his way to the exit.
Perhaps another time, for now I have things to build.
The door closing behind him as the lights would linger for but a few more moments before turning off.
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