Zemir's newfound freedom was an absolute blessing to the problem child; he no longer had to be bothered by his ostracization since he could just leave the orphanage and stay at the training grounds for a day instead of sitting alone in his room. Today was one of those days, after suffering from one of his episodes again, Zemir had made his way to theThird Training Ground in Konoha; an open space with all the needed amenities for any sort of training needed. It was a rather hot day, hot enough to make you sweat even if you were sitting in the shade most people elected to train in doors meaning the grounds were rather empty.
Zemir was a tall, dark-skinned kid with snow-white hair and at the moment an extremely sour mood. When he arrived at the training grounds the first thing he did was land a hefty punch on a nearby punching bag. Zemir was dressed in his usual training gear; long pants and a tank top with bandages wrapped around his hands. Deciding to use today for strength training, the boy strapped 10kg weights to his wrists and ankles.
With himself set up, Zemir approached the punching bag once more and began to take his anger out on his target, that added weight eventually made his swings heavier meaning he had to really strain his muscles to make a swing, it was intensive training but Zemir had a surprising amount of strength for his age.