It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning in Vale. For some it would seem like the perfect day for scarfing down a bowl of ice cream, going out for a swim, or spending the entire day locked inside your freezer. For others, the perfect day to train.
Already for a good twenty minutes one could have heard grunting and panting from one of Beacon's many training halls. If you were to peek inside, you'd see a muscualr young boy, his dripping blonde hair pushed back to not get in his eyes. The boy had ditches his usual coat, but even so his shirt was drenched in sweat.
He was holding his sword low, letting out heavy breaths. At the tip of his sword laid a set of weights, chained to the blade, bringing its total weight up to nearly 10kg. This made the sword horrendously hard to wield, as it was heavy and unbalanced, yet there was a purpose to Coconut's training this morning. Back during initiation, he had watched his teammates kill a Beringel, a Deathstalker, a Queen Lancer - creatures which Coconut could hardly harm. When it came to dealing with the larger, tougher grimm, it seemed that all he could do was to launch himself against them and hope for the best. Well, that would have to change, and it would do so the only way Cream could come up with.
He'd have to get stronger and get a bigger fuckin' sword.