A giant boulder is what now obstructs
His path toward the mastery of nen.
He hones his aura in his hand he tucks
Into a fist empowered to fell men.
Perhaps a single clown is what he should
Imagine as he throws a forceful punch
That shatters stone to splinters just like wood;
His rivalry inspires him to skip lunch.
Forgoing sleep, he digs a tunnel through
Sheer crags of rock extending many miles.
His shovel's aim is powerful and true,
And in his wake are granite shards in piles.
He trains until his muscles rubberize
For only death can douse those blazing eyes.
