On the thirtieth day, Ran'ningu ran into a rain storm while crossing a flat area that seemed to stretch out for miles around him.
"I hate rain, I can't run at my full speed," said Ran'ningu as he ran at a snail's pace. Even at this speed he was slipping every few seconds on the dirt road.
"Hang on, dad and the others can't run on wet ground either, if I could overcome that," said Ran'ningu with a smile as he ran over to the grass on the road side.
"Alright, ten percent of my full speed should be a good starting point," said Ran'ningu before he started running. However, he got just a few feet away from his starting point when he slipped in the mud.
"That hurt," said Ran'ningu with a pained filled voice as he laid in the mud. There was also a small cut on the back of his right arm which was bleeding.
"Always keep a med kit with you," said Ran'ningu as he pulled out a small box from his pack, using a small water bottle to squirt some cleaner on the wound before wrapping it.
"Now to get back to training," said Ran'ningu before standing up. This time he knocked his speed down to only five percent of his full speed, which caused him to only lose his footing every few minutes instead of feet.
"So far so good," said Ran'ningu before turning and speeding up.
"Guess I'll stay here for a while to train like this," said Ran'ningu before his feet flew out from under him.