Being Independent with some Help (Training)

[Quinti]

Normally, Quinti’s idea of helping someone was to steal something from someone else and giving it to the one that he wanted to help, but that wasn’t the plan for today. No, today’s plan was for him to do some physical labor so that if he got caught again that he would be able to deliver a nice beatdown on the person who caught him, and what better way to do that than to help out with building houses. Of course, he had sort of been conscripted by some of the workers because he had been trying to sneak off with some of their supplies.

His first task was to clear the rubble and stuff from the area where the house was being built, which wasn’t easy. The first thing that he tried to remove was some weeds that were growing out of the ground, so Quinit decided to try pulling it straight up. This was a big mistake on his part as the plant had roots that went pretty deep, so he then used a shovel to dig it out. Needless to say, this was more effective than his original technique, and so he continued on like this removing all the weeds and vegetation that his eyes could find.

Once he was done with the vegetation, the furry began to move the heavier rocks, which is where the real work came in as he was picking up stones that were his size. Every time that he got one large one off the ground, one of the workers would tell him to carry to the debris pile. “I don’t see why I have to do this by hand when there is a perfectly good wheelbarrow right there,” Quinti said as he tossed the rock on the ever growing pile that was being contributed to by all the other working crews. It was certainly going to be a long couple of days.

[Quinti]

When Quinti dropped the last stone onto the pile, he thought that he was going to be allowed to take a breather, but there was no rest for the guilty. Now he was charged with using the wheelbarrow to move the dirt and stones that were dug up by the excavation crew to a separate dumping pile, which took longer because they made sure to fill it up. After about twenty minutes of consecutive running back and forth, someone called out that it was time for everyone to take a break so that no one would get overworked under the sun.

Quinti found himself sitting alone while the other workers talked to one another, but he didn’t let this depress him any. No, he took the time of his break to practice his knife throwing. The target was an old tree that was probably going to get uprooted anyway during the process of rebuilding homes, so it didn’t seem bad to toss a knife at it. In one simple movement, he drew one of his blades and threw it at the tree. It stuck a few inches below where he had intended it to go, which was just a sign that he was a little more exhausted than he thought.

After retrieving his knife, Quinti decided that a nap was in order, so he sat down next to the tree that he had just thrown a knife at. He closed his eyes and began to drift into a dream of him being chased by a bunch of Frieza’s by men into an alley, where they began blasting at him. Before he knew it, the entire area was shaking like an earthquake was going on. “Wake up, kid!” Quinti’s eyes opened to find a guy standing over him with this annoyed look on his face. “Time to get back to work,” he said. Now Quinti was really hoping that it was all a dream.