A week later, after her constant running, increasing the distance she ran more, and more until she was clocking over forty square miles of tundra, several times over. It was quite the thing, but she had never managed to get away. The memories still haunted her, and so she decided to go do the third stage. It claimed that people died or went insane from the demands. They were weaklings though, humans could barely hold it together when they were put under stress. Also, she had so many things clawing at her psyche, what was a bit more between friends?
Aquatic Abyss, demanded submersion. The intense pressure, and the water being so much harder to move in than air. It would cause massive advancements in one's physical endurance. And the ability to hold your breath as well, unless you wanted to drown. Which was not a terrible thing really. Nobody would miss a poor wolf girl just vanishing into the darkness, never to return. But she was going to return. Fuck people who wanted her to die, or disappear. She was going to get stronger, grab live by the balls, tear them off and throw them at Ibiki. And then punch Stefan for good measure.
Her life had gotten so complicated these days, and this was what the week she had taken was to do. She found herself a deep, cold lake, and jumped in, her density and the bodysuit sinking her to the depths quickly, and allowing her to hit the lake bottom. The cold bit at her immediately, and she knew if she was anyone other than who she was, hypothermia would set in quickly and they would just be one more dead body at the bottom of the lake. But that was not Mirja's fate, so she began a fast, hard, and brutal martial drill, pushing the water aside with raw muscle power and focusing her muscles to deal with the pressure of the lake so she wasn't crushed by it. It was a unique training, she had never felt anything like it, a kick was, between the water and the bodysuit, was a nightmare to pull off, she needed much more force.
But her lungs stared burning too much, her vision began to dim, and so she threw herself out of the lake with sheer muscle, and landing hard on the ground, gasping hard. She could tell why people got dead or broken from this, but she was not going to let this go. Catching her breath again, she stabilized, and slipped back in. This became life for her. She spent a week in The Lake, fighting it, learning it, become one with it. And, of course, running in it. Mirja loved speed, and even underwater that could not be taken away from her. The problems she had swirling in her mind would not go away, but they became less relevant as the lake became more. When she felt as comfortable in the lake as she did out of it, she knew it was time to really begin the style of the Gods. Plus Ultra.
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