[SP-F02] <<Breaking the Unbreakable>> Letting Off Some Steam

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Endilix sat with his legs hanging off a bridge on the second floor, as he stared out at the vast plains and rivers that flowed beneath the plateaus of the area. He had come here for a purpose, but that didn't mean he couldn't stop and admire the view while he was at it. The sun was rising, casting the morning's first glow across the mountains, with the mountains creating a dynamic shading across the land. It was gorgeous, and he would be dumb not to sit here and admire it, at least for a little while. He let out a sigh. He had been spinning his wheels pretty hard on these lower floors, getting very little actually accomplished, and it frustrated him. The views could be as gorgeous as they wanted, but this was still a video game. There was still a part of Endilix that wanted to get out of here and go back to his boring desk job.

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He sighed another heavy sigh, and put his mind back on why he was here in the first place. He wanted to finally climb the mountain and get the quest done for learning martial arts. He didn't need the skill, but thanks to Emerath he knew it involved punching a boulder, and he figured that would make him feel better about getting essentially nothing done. Perhaps once he trained like he had in the real world for his sports, he would feel more up to taking on anything else. Although, he knew punching a boulder wasn't going to feel great, but he knew the pain dampeners wouldn't make it too bad.

With a heave of his body, Endilix leaned backwards and threw his legs back onto the bridge, standing up, and giving a large stretch. No sense in waiting around any longer. Else he just gets frustrated with himself again. No time like the present.

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Endilix did know how to get to the mountain where the quest was at. Emerath had given him a map marker to use to get started. But he knew that the climb was going to be daunting. It was easily the tallest mountain on the second floor, and Endilix presumed it was part of the training. He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up, the wind blowing his hair lightly around his face. A deep breath, and then the first step up the path. Then another, and another. After climbing for five minutes, he looked back, and felt like he had barely made any progress whatsoever. But he wasn't even remotely tired. He didn't figure he would be. He had only climbed a few dozen steps and probably had a thousand to go. But if he paced himself well, it wouldn't be too bad, or so he hoped. He supposed he would find out in a few hundred steps.