Meeting After the Battle <Carva/Open>

The brow of the young'un cocked in curiosity as his ears pricked. He sensed someone by him. The level was familiar and about identical to Carva's. And, as one would expect, it was exactly him. The gargantuan Saiyajin joining the youth where he stood. Just as one would've thought, the elder warriot did indeed dwarf young Rensu considerably. His seven foot stature outdoing the young boy's five foot. Though Rensu didn't turn to look to Carva quite yet, he did notice the same flame growing off in the distance. Darn. To think, all of this was thanks to his lords and superiors fighting and conquering this planet. It was incredible. All it took was strategy and strength. And Rensu knew he could contribute to the strength factor and maybe some strategizing. Just not now. Soon. When he was way, way stronger.

Now he turned to face Carva. The youth lifting his chin up to meet the eyes of his elder. Ren's hands placed by his sides, hands open and fingers curling in and out periodically before simply hanging free. No emotion on his face currently. He wasn't happy or mad or anything right about now. Well, frustrated right now. He wanted to see someone get beat the hell up. He wanted to learn some new techniques. But unfortunately that wasn't going to happen. Not currently. Again, perhaps soon. Carva engaged him first. Mighty nice of him to save the youngster the hassle of starting the conversation. Blinking and wearing a somewhat stern expression that seemed uniform for Saiyan youth who were serious, Rensu found himself folding his arms over one another. Nodding, he spoke.

"Hello," He replied.

Carva asked if he could spare some zeni for his thoughts. Well, that was nice of 'em. Tilting his head a little, Rensu spoke back. "I can't say there's much on my mind, Carva. I was just kinda thinkin' about how long it'd take to get stronger. I wanna help out the King and everyone else. Protect the Saiyans who are growing up and getting stronger like I am. Problem is, I don't know how to get stronger on my own. It's stupid...but darn. I need a teacher or something like one.." Rensu huffed as he halted his speech. "Sorry. That was a lot." Ren's cheeks seemed to tint before fading quickly. Adjusting his composure and silencing himself now. Waiting for his elders response.

PL: 27,500
Weighted PL: 6,875

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"Ah," Rensu hummed as Carva revealed his genetics. Mostly Saiyan, but mixed enough to harbor a strength exclusive to mutts. It was certainly unexpected and one wouldn't be able to tell just what Carva was by sight alone. Through vision solely, he looked like a pure Saiyan. Devoid of any other blood or genes. Interesting, indeed. The youth's arms had unfolded from his chest and dangled by his sides once more. His eyes still locked dead onto the eyes of the elder Saiyan. As Carva spoke, Rensu interpreted his words in his own ways. Dissecting each word and every phrase the male spoke of. He said that any true warrior could traverse the destructed road set before them and reach the end of their journey into glory. They simply needed to train. After all, he did say he himself trained for more than fifteen years. Longer than Rensu had been alive, even. A feat that he'd attain in the coming years, surely.

It seemed this was just what Ren wanted to hear.

The youngster turned heel and walked a few feet from his elder. Facing away, then turning once again to face Carva. A fine amount of distance between the two males. "Time and experience," He repeated. His legs shuffled outwards, his right foot forth and his left remaining back but fixed to be turned a tad. His hands snaking around one another until he positioned each fist to be locked where they need be. His right fist locked by his ribcage, whilst his left hand was extended outwards. Acting as a guide for his Ki blasts or if he needed to guard against oncoming attacks. He was a young boy and certainly smaller than his larger adversary, but the blood of a Saiyan thrived in his hull. Carva must have known what was to come next. Despite Rensu being fully aware of what Carva could do, and his base power in general, he felt not a smidgen of fear here. Although, Carva felt weaker here. He was about equal to Rensu! Granted, Rensu, himself, was being weighed down by magnificent training accessories. His torso pulled by the heavy torso armor he had equipped. Never the less, Rensu feared not. He felt like he could withstand anything thrown at him.

Taking a breath, Rensu spoke aloud, "Carva! Will you pass some experience down onto me, and make my journey a little easier? Please, I can handle anything you got!" The youth spoke valiantly. Truth and desire for growth burning in his eyes and heart. Had Carva the eyes of a seasoned veteran, he'd be able to pick up on the young man's drive.

"Its about what I can do."

Rensu took what he was told and cemented it in his memory. He wouldn't forget that, even if the other male found it meaningless. Rensu decided that the phrase simply meant that if you were going to test someone, ensure that you know what you are worth. Make the opposition discover their own innate power. Force them to unlock it and make the fight more destructive and awesome. The boy nodded in acknowledgement. Understanding what needed to be done. Besides, Carva already demanded him to power up to his max and give him a mighty fine show. Unfortunately, Ren seemed insistent that he kept his weights on. He had no other methods of bulking besides removing them. He'd simply need to pad himself up and give one hundred and five percent more effort than per usual. So be it. Standing upright, the boy charged himself up. His muscles tensing and blood gushing through his veins. His Ki like a flame and flowing like fire at a camp.

After a moment of powering himself up, the youth charged forth. Headfirst and clearing the space between he and Carva quickly. Rensu unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks. It was humorous from an outsiders perspective, but he was forced to engage in flight at the same time. His body lifted from the ground as he threw several punches and kicks. His aim directed for Carva's torso and abdomen. However...due to the power gap, it was more than likely that he would be denied any blows and rendered pathetically outmatched. Though, with that in mind, the young'un tensed his body. Hoping that through bracing himself, he could repel as much damage as he could from any retorts Carva may have responded with.

The choked sound of the youth gasped out of his lips, his flight reverted to him standing on the ground with both feet. His mouth agape, jaw dropped as he clutched his stomach with both hands. The might behind Carva's fist was incredible, more than anything he had ever experienced before. He stumbled backward, some. His pupils trembling with pain. He was still listening to everything around him, though. Carva taunted him, explaining he had no time for weaklings. Silence fell over the youth as he regained his stamina. Standing back upright, his midsection now bruised. A spot of black where Carva had impacted him. He would take the attack and convert the pain into experience. No way he was going to lose a potential mentor. Not now.

"Hn," Rensu hummed. Powering himself back up to fighting standard, his Ki rising off of him like it was mirroring the fire in his heart! Quickly, the boy dashed forward. His arms swinging back and forth with each long stride he took, returning to his instructor. However, rather than open up with a full on barrage of attacks, Rensu had thought of a newer strategy. Albeit, it was a tad immature and not failproof. It was something, though. As Rensu closed the distance, he immediately leaped up. Somersaulting into the air and spiraling during his descent. His body tucked in, before opening up. His left leg extended out. The goal was to smash his limb into Carva's head or torso. However, his fallback plan depended entirely on whether Carva blocked his attack. Had he done so, the youth would continue the spinning motion he had been in previously, only to land on the ground and rise back up with a fierce knee strike. He felt powerful, but in reality, the knowledge of him being outclassed thrived in the back of his head. He'd need to turn off his inhibition for this battle.

Words seemed to not exist right now. The boy was focused fully on proving his worth.

A suplex! Agh, how was he going to escape this one? There had to be some kind of solution. Otherwise, he'd be vulnerable to some deathening head damage. Rensu was unable to reverse this. His size was a massive detriment to the possibility of escaping this Earthling attack. It simply wasn't happening. Fine...Rensu grunted in utter pain as he was lifted over Carva and onto the ground. His arms extended, however. Hoping to clutch the ground and lessen the impending damage. The moment Carva released the youth, however, he'd take to rolling away. Gaining some distance between he and his opponent and mentor. Standing up and huffing quiet heavily. His body being taxed and the need to work harder apparent.

. . .

"Yes!" Rensu thought to himself. He was somewhat tired, but he could hold on for much longer. His internal cry of joy was due to what Carva had said. The male agreeing to take the youth under his wing and help him become a greater Saiyajin in the name of the Kingdom. Things were officially beginning to look up about this whole thing. He found himself a mentor on his very first try. And, he was lucky enough for his teacher to be a proud soldier and warrior under the King, himself. Alright! Carva may have had noticed Rensu crack a smile. It was the half type, many Saiyajins were known for making when they were pleased with some kind of news or occurrence. This one was exactly that. He had to prove he was worth Carva's time, now more than ever. If he had given up, then that word of confirmation would've been for naught.

Taking a breath, Rensu stood upright. His hands locked at his waist and his eyes locked onto the elder. He felt a shift in Carva's power, the older man seemed to be leveling himself off in order to fairly gauge that of his pupil. How nice of him. Rensu wouldn't say now, but he would've preferred the lingering challenge of fighting a giant over someone more akin to his strength. Not for matters of experience gain, but instead simply for the thrill. He was a Saiyajin after all! "Okay! The real fight begins now, I will not disappoint!" Rensu said, nodding once in acknowledgment of his sensei's warning. It was now time to show just how strong he was in a life or death situation. Being sturdy was one thing, but knowing how to fight effectively was an entirely new subject. Assuming a battle stance, it was now time to initiate this battle.

"Ora ora ora!" The boy shouted, thrusting his open palms forth. Numerous Ki blasts escaping his body and exiting towards the foe. It seemed that Rensu's aim was awful. As many of his projectiles missed Carva altogether, some going past the elder and some crashing dead before him. However, it served a purpose. As his aim was fully intentional. The summoned debris and dust would serve as a thick veil. Halting any forms of vision from being present. His volley of blasts continued for but a few seconds, three in total. Immediately after the barrage, however, the youth took to using his flight ability. Launching himself forward with ambition, skimming along the ground till he felt he was close enough. His following action to contort his body and aim a fierce kick for Carva's torso. A good way to begin the spar, Rensu felt.

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STAM: 3/3
Rensu opens up by creating a dust dcloud an daiming to kick Carva's chest!