Intensive Training

Miles walked in behind Talia and watched her disappear into the kitchen. His thoughts wandered back to the arena and the different fights he had watched, the feeling was different. Without watching his father, the arena felt foreign to him, it wasn't as fun because he had no one to root for and be proud of.

He thought to the young Gargomon and how he seemed interested in sparring with Miles and he smiled at the thought, "Hmm...Vincent. I'll be sure to give him a good fight." Miles chuckled and looked to Talia returning to the room.

"Let us talk bout those paws," Miles cocked his head a bit and walked to meet her, "We need to do more than just have you hit things. Starting tomorrow we shall be working your whole body. You got to have some force behind those punches and your arms are much too skinny.

"We can start tonight if you are still too strung after those fights but I recommend rest. Since you are going to be begging for sleep once I'm done," Miles looked at his arms and they were indeed thin but he just thought it was because of his age. His father had massive arms but that's because he was older. Miles suddenly had a thought with his body frame and his dads arms and he looked concerned.

"Am I gonna get huge arms like my dad? I don't know if I want bulking arms....I'm just a kid." Miles said crossing his arms. He was naive when it came to body building, there was no way his arms would bulk up to that size. "I mean..." Miles tried to make a muscle and it was small.

"It's not like I haven't done push-ups and lifted weights before....I can lift a total of twenty five pounds!"

"In the arena it takes more than a mere twenty-five pounds. For your age its not bad but as you grow so does your need for more strength. I am not just talking arm muscles but pectorals and finger strength as well. In the arena how hard you hit is not just about arm strength. It is about velocity, the Velcro, and the path," Talia said hands clasped in front of her.

"This won't just strengthen your arms. It will strengthen your body as a whole. You can't rely on your hands entirely and you need them to box. You will have to take it slow and steady if you want to get anywhere in boxing. However...there are different kinds of boxing. Your father specialized in only one kind however it is up to you which path you want to take. This is your path not your fathers," Talia said looking to him. She knew weak hands would only take him so far. He was young yet so he may yet make it as a boxer but she also wanted to give him other options. There was a very good risk to his health if he pressed too hard.

"In the arena it takes more than a mere twenty-five pounds. For your age its not bad but as you grow so does your need for more strength. I am not just talking arm muscles but pectorals and finger strength as well. In the arena how hard you hit is not just about arm strength. It is about velocity, the Velcro, and the path," Miles looked at her and he thought.This was so much deeper then he thought.

"This won't just strengthen your arms. It will strengthen your body as a whole. You can't rely on your hands entirely and you need them to box. You will have to take it slow and steady if you want to get anywhere in boxing. However...there are different kinds of boxing. Your father specialized in only one kind however it is up to you which path you want to take. This is your path not your fathers,"

Differnt kinds? He knew there was others but this was the one he fell in love with. "I want to follow my father because he is my hero. He believes in these weak paws and I want to make him proud to call me his son. He named me after himself because he knows I can do great things. I mean....he never actually said that but...having his name and sharing his blood....I want to honor it." Miles smiled,

"I'll fight the same way he did....even if I have to look like a giant muscle..." Miles said thinking of himself cartoonishly bulked up. He shuttered at the thought, "I"ll do anythingTalia, just tell me what to do!" Miles said, his tail wagging with determination.

What sort of imagery was going through this pups head? Talia shook her head with a chuckle. A giant muscle....obviously he didn't look to closely in the arena.

"Pup your muscles will get a bit bigger but mainly firmer. Most of those muscled digimon you have seen they are all evolved. Your muscles will grow in proportion to your body size don't worry," Talia said thinking about how naive this pup must be....in fact he was probably very naive. He was still so young yet. He may remember the road as a friendly place and the ring as a place of cheers and wins or loses. He had been sheltered from went on behind closed doors. Once he starts this path he will learn a very harsh reality.

"Right then tomorrow we pick up our training big time. You want to be ready in a month and you want to prove me wrong and do it sooner then we are going to have to pick up the pace," Talia said nodding to him. "Now go bathe and head to bed." Talia started off down the hall disappearing into her room.

"Pup your muscles will get a bit bigger but mainly firmer. Most of those muscled digimon you have seen they are all evolved. Your muscles will grow in proportion to your body size don't worry," Miles let out a sigh of relief. "Right then tomorrow we pick up our training big time. You want to be ready in a month and you want to prove me wrong and do it sooner then we are going to have to pick up the pace," Miles nodded alongside Talia.

"Now go bathe and head to bed." Miles crossed his arms and watched Talia leave. He smiled, "I will show you that despite my shortcomings, I'm just as good a boxer!" Miles tail wagged with anticipation of the days to come as he took himself to the showers and then curled up comfortably in his bed to sleep.

He'd sleep soundly and dream of himself rising through the ranks of the arena and taking his fathers place as champion. He dreamed of being on his dad's shoulder as Miles held his championship belt high in the sky, being marched out of the arena.

He had created a nice little pool of spit on his pillow, he had an innocent smile on his sleeping face and would occasionally mumble things under his breath. He'd even throw a fist in his sleep, naive was a good description indeed.

Talia woke bright and early prepping the gym. Sounds of her moving things could be heard through the walls. When Miles came out he would see the place in an entirely new light. On one wall looked like brightly colored stones. In another area tons of weights were piled up in another were mats. It was decked out for an entire day of training. The equipment from before nowhere to be seen but for a few scattered about.

"Ah your awake. Breakfast is in the kitchen. Come straight out when you are done," Talia said her Togemon form growing smaller. she finished prepairing while he ate.

The morning sun reached through Miles window and stirred him from his pleasant slumber. He rose his head up with dreary eyes and looked around the room, a bit of drool hanging from his maw. The fur on his cheek was wet and messy from the drool on his pillow. He rubbed his eyes and felt the drool on his face, he pulled his paw away slowly in detest of his own spit. "Groooooooss." He said shaking his paw clean.

He jumped out of bed and ran out to the bathroom remembering what today is. "Talia is gonna train me hard today!" Miles said as he stood in front of the urinal. His tail was wagging every step of the way and stopped only when after washing his paws realized he still had no toothbrush. He examined his fangs and realized they were still pearly white but he wondered for how much longer. "Mom would be mad at me for not brushing....I'll have to talk to Talia." He ran out in a hurry making his way towards the gym.

"Ah your awake. Breakfast is in the kitchen. Come straight out when you are done," Miles mouth dropped as he gazed around the room the sparkle in his eye exuding his excitement second only to the never ending wagging behind him. "Yes ma'me!" He said saluting Talia and running off to the kitchen. He hadn't even put on his gloves or bandanna yet leaving them in the gym.

Miles sat down and began to eat, "That all looks like it will be fun! Of course....it also looks difficult! I'll finally see some results and get to fight! I'm excited..." Miles said speaking allowed as he ate his nutritional breakfast. He had accidentally swallowed a bite without chewing and started choking. He banged on his chest a few times and downed some milk taking a breath when he was freed from the lack of air.

"Guess I better take it slow." He chuckled to himself and quickly finished making his way back into the gym. "All done coach!" He said raising his paw with a broad smile and a chuckle. "I'm ready to start!" So he said, forgetting still to put on his equipment.

"Headband only pup," Talia said as he announced his presence. She stood leaning against the wall with the brightly colored stones. "You are going to need your fingers." Once he was ready she would continue. "We are going to work on your finger strength and dexterity. You must climb to the ceiling and grab the coin on the ceiling." She had glued the coin there so there was no way he could grab it but if he made it up there and touched it she'd call it a win anyway.




"Good luck pup going to need it," Talia said stepping off the mat to give him plenty of room to climb.

"Headband only pup," Miles till this point hadn't realized he had left his gear, "You are going to need your fingers." Miles grabbed his head band and wrapped it around his head listening to Talia, "We are going to work on your finger strength and dexterity. You must climb to the ceiling and grab the coin on the ceiling."

Miles walked over to the wall and looked up at the colored wall; his mouth inadvertently opening as he moved his head up. "Good luck pup going to need it," Miles looked back at Talia and nodded then to his paws. He clenched them together and opened them, psyching himself up.

"Alright...let's do this!" Miles leaped on the wall and began to climb. He could immediately feel the burning in his fingers, the strain they were feeling as he climbed. He had never climbed anything very high except for a tree in his yard. He used to climb the branches to get at the fruit.

He fell one day and his mother banned him from climbing it since after he gained a concussion. "Why am I thinking of that incident now? Geez." Miles said to himself.

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Talia watched the pup closely he looked way too natural doing this. She would have to move the holds around for next time making it more difficult. She obviously underestimated his talent as he reached the top. She was sure that his fingers would have given out. 

"Alright pup come back down," she said and would wait for him to make his way back down. "On to the next exercise. You need to work your entire upper body but your lower shouldn't be neglected. Hold this board and I am going to add weights while you pop squats." She didn't bother tell him he did a good job. He didn't need his ego nurtured.

Miles climbed the strain of his small fingers gripping the holds thereatened to let go. "I can.....do this...." Miles said allowed as he climbed higher and higher. His only thought was to reach the coin on the ceiling. He pushed himself just like he did with the rugs from earlier. His little paws shook from the stress but his perserverance paid off and he reached the coin just barely touching it. "Yes!" He cheered and then lost his grip nearly tumbling to the ground below. He managed to grab a hold and he let out a sigh or relief, looking to Talia.

"Alright pup come back down," He nodded climbing down and stretching his arms as the muscle relaxed. It was a bit painful. He followed her to the next training session, he hadnt really expected praise but he wondered what Talia was thinking regardless.

"On to the next exercise. You need to work your entire upper body but your lower shouldn't be neglected. Hold this board and I am going to add weights while you pop squats."

Miles took the board and examined it a moment, he had done very minimal weight training before. He was a bit concerned about this particular excercise. He wondered if his legs which he often neglected would give out on him. He ofted jogged alongside his dad when he was little but tired out easily, and Miles Senior would throw him up on his shoulders to carry him the rest of the way. "Okay...here we go." Miles let out a nervous breath and readied himself.

"I'm set!" He told her, once she began piling the weights the strain on his face was evident that he was not used to this. His knees were buckling and his legs shook, but like with all he did he would push himself as far as he could to prove himself.

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Talia watched him as she added the weights and waited til he popped at least one squat before adding another. She did this for several rounds then she noticed the board shaking. She stepped back giving it room for it to clatter to the ground in a heap. Her gaze on the pup to watch how he would take his failure.

"Once more pup," she said after giving him some time to relax.

Just as he thought, the strain of the weights had proved to be to much for him to handle. His legs gave out after just a few weights and he dropped the board, the weights banging on the floor. "Dang it!" Miles said, "Oh....sorry for the bad language." Miles said, scratching the back of his head. He took a seat to relax the muscles in his legs, "This is not how I wanted this to turn out! I know I can do better then that!" Miles tried to boost himself up. Once he felt like he was ready, he stood again.

"Once more pup," Miles nodded, and lifted the board. He began to squat as soon as the weights made it more difficult to hold. He clenched his teeth together and tried to focus on his dad in his mind to ignore the pain in his leg muscles.

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