He began his day waking from one of the natural caves around the inner jungle of the island that he had used for a stay over night to sleep in. The cave was big enough to accommodate his huge freakish size so that's why he chose to sleep in there. He began to touch his arms, they've become to go a bit softer than usual. All of that sitting atop of a ship for days while they sailed not really doing much was affecting his muscles, it was time to tone up a bit. He walked through the moist jungle still amazed at all the flora and fauna covering the ground, so many things he had never seen before. The soil was soft and moist beneath his feet leaving behind prints, it was odd not being dusted rust underneath his shoes. He sniffed the air and smelt not a hint of shrapnel but instead it was clean air. Letting out a sigh it was all so new to him, not sleeping under a metallic roof, not fighting when someone disrespects you, these weird green things everywhere. However if anything was to stay the same it would have to be his training, if anything he'd have more time for it now since he is no longer constrained by the Red Hill's Schedule or duties
He walked in deeper in the jungle, eventually stopping at a small spot opening in all of the trees. A good amount of spaced and a bit of sunlight shining through on the grass and plants where he was at. He spat on both of his hands, rubbing them together to give them a good old spit grip. Then grabbing the handle of his hammer and pulling it up from his back and over his shoulder to be in front of him. He began to swing wide, swing narrow, swing high, swing low, swinging non stop practicing the motion of his arms wielding the hammer into his hands to get the motion in rhythm with his arms. He would soon need something much heavier but he had no huge metal weights to assist with it, or the metal to even try to make some. With his unstopping relentless practice he began to get faster performing full sets of 30 reps then taking a 20 second break after every set. Once his arms began to become comfortable he needed to change his practice effort, he hasn't hit something in a while so maybe these weird wood pillars would suffice to do the job.
Breaking his stance he began to walk towards one of the trees, he got up close and personal. They were massive, much taller than he was and that was quite impressive. He grabbed one int the palm of his hand, feeling up the side of the log and the bark against his skin slowly rubbing it. Then with the use of his fingers tried to squeeze down on the tree to test it's durability. Even though they aren't metal they were still very hard and tough, but after applying enough pressure the surface shattered and broke apart splintering into pieces. So unlike metal that reshapes itself with enough pressure it simply gave up and broke off when too much force is being applied. He put some distance between himself and the tree to space out between him and the handle's length. Then taking stance for the most power with his knees bent and legs apart, shaking the hammer in his head whirling it around. He wound up his body and began to swing his arms out to have the hammer head break through the air pushing past it trying to ignore the air resistance until finally a loud WHACK echoed out from the tree through the jungle. It shook and leaves began to fall at moment of impact down to the ground. Yota breathed in and out deeply, making sure to take in the sensation of striking such a large creation of nature. Then continuing his breath exercises while swinging he began to flip the hammer hitting from the left then the right then the left and right over and over repeatedly alternating the hits on the tree. These were weaker than his wind up but a lot faster, if he wanted to keep up he would need to work on his swinging speed even though his hammer was humongous and cumbersome.
The smack of the metal hammer on the wooden tree repeatedly slowly made the tree creak side to side, shifting the roots in the moist soil as splinters from the surface flew to the sides like sawdust in the air. His arms bending back consistently making the elbows nice and acute before launching the hammer into the tree once again. If speed was truly something to raise up he would need to do something that isn't restricted to just his body swinging the heavy hammer. Letting out a huff as he started to reel back his hammer and letting out a sigh he sat the hammer down onto the ground making a small indentation into the soil leaning on it slowly. Looking at the tree and both sides being crushed down like two craters on both sides, he placed his hand on his beard stroking it with squinted eyes. After a few minutes of thinking what would be faster than swinging repeatedly he had a new idea. He had remembered how some machines while old still functioned and moved, some whirred in circles making the other parts move fast along with it. The hammer could easily also fit in as a piece of a machine, like a piston, or something that is oddly hammered shaped. Grabbing the handle of his hammer, right hand on the bottom and left on the center he held the hammer in front of him like one would a spear. The head of his mallet beside the trunk of the hammer, he began to move his fingers having the pole spin around in his grip as his fingers rotate it along. Making the hammer head spin and rotate around, the ends smacking against the tree causing some more wood chips to fly,then his hand began to go faster, having the hammer practically begin to whir. Spinning faster and faster as he put some muscle into it really gritting his teeth. The head of the hammer spun fast and wild like a weed whacker would, chopping into the tree like a slow, heavy, thick, saw eating into the wood. While a huge chunk of the lumber was going to be lost it was still eating through the trunk of the tree enough for it to split the base in half once he got closer to the center.
Slowing down his spin he picked up his breath and looked at the tree wave and shake along with the wind. All it would really take was one firm hand, and there it went. Yota place his palm against the tree pushing it down with a hard shove, making the remaining wood break off as it creaked all the way down to the jungle floor. Crushing many ferns and other plant life along with the tree as it fell on top of them. Giving a grunt and huff of approval this was an excellent move he had come up with, and also an excellent way of gathering some of these trees wood for his future weapon crafting. He wasn't even aware how trees fully worked but he certainly knew that he would need some more to be able to have a supply for himself to make some nice decorated hilts. Little did he know but he was going to need to learn a whole new craft, whittling!
That was a matter for another time, while he did find an excellent way of chopping down trees from their ever so powerful roots, he knows they have those strong roots form when yesterday he tried to grapple one of them by the trunk and to lift them up from the ground without moving an inch from the earth itself. So now he had himself a very larger log from the tall immense tree to collect from when he can to put in his 'super duper secret hideout', it of course being he cave he's been living in, worst case scenario he comes back and there is an animal he's going to have to fight occupying it at the time. However whatever happens he needs to focus on what the now currently is, while his arms were now sore from performing plenty of arm exercise he needed to move on to another muscle region. Leaning onto his hammer handle Yota pondered for a bit, he went so deep into thought that he began to become lost in it as he looked up towards the sky. Or at least what one could make out of the sky being covered up by the large leaf span of these humongous trees. When he really thought about it, this trees were massive, a jungle having trees easily over a hundred feet as they pierce the clouds themselves he looked to see the difference in him and the trees and it was a pretty large gap. Then he thought, just how high could he reach without having to climb up them?
So the thought practice was set into motion, he cracked his neck both ways and began to stretch his back arching his arms over his own head and horns. Slowly bringing the stretch down to his lower body from his upper back slowly sliding down his back, eventually spreading his legs apart performing some long lunges to get his ham nice and taut by stretching them. Feeling the burn in his lower legs he felt prepared to be able to try to test his limits of some real air time. He straightened out his back while standing up, placing his arms straight forward in front of him. Then slowly crouching down, bending his knees lowering down his glutes down below his knees lowering his body, doing some proper squats. After a few warm up sets he was ready, taking in a deep inhale of air filling his lungs up with oxygen to expand them, then slowly exhaling out all the stored air from within as he prepared bending down into a jumping stance. His body crouched down, he stored in his power into his legs, then Yota shot his legs straight to leap up into the air as he kicked off the floor to ascend up high into the air. Things looked like they were going to go over smoothly, until he tripped over his own feet. Kicking trying to not trip but it was inevitable, as he soon began to fall down to the ground fast with his large body size and hitting the dirt down below.
Letting out a groan and a sigh as he tried to raise up his face a bit, rolling his eyes he started to push himself back up onto his own two feet. This time he checked his feet and everything that might trip him, after clearing himself from all restrictions he crouched down once more. Then leaping up, using his higher than standard strength to essentially boost off the earth he reached up 6 feet into the air from the soles of his shoes. While this can be seen as a very impressive leap up, compared to the trees height in the air it is quite honestly nothing, like comparing a grain of rice in the field. Then falling back down he felt his hair floating in the air being pushed back up as he sailed back down to the ground. Hitting it with a thud and dirt tossing up with small debris like pebbles, chunks of soil, and twigs. He continued to crouch down prepping for more high jumps to leap up high into the air every time, then striking the bark of the trees with his horns to make a line across its surface. Little by little he does a little better than the last, peaking at around 6 and a half feet with his air jumps. If he could get a vantage point or higher ground he clearly could reach higher up the tree, but nothing was exactly available, maybe a tree itself but that would be more like climbing instead of jumping. Scratching the back of his head he put himself into though, then the back of his hand grazed the handle of his hammer slightly giving him an idea.
