Last Match of Round one (3)

"Brother, I can't hold on any longer?" Shin muttered, sweat formed and evaporated in the warping of waves surrounding his body.

          It was how Elior was training him, though most of the time, Shin would be torn and throb with the surrounding waves of tension around his body. It was what Elior created to train him through to prepare for the tournament, not that he had any way out of it.

          "Hold on?" Elior eyed him, glaring. "Did I tell you to hold on? Or do you think it is a contest of how much you can hold on? What I want you be to break through the waves of tension I surrounded you with. The faster you can do that, the faster we will move to the next thing."