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Tarro PL: 42'128 Weighted PL: 10'532 Training with Carva had certainly been something. Between fighting a seasoned veteran of combat and being hideously under powered when compared to the other combatant, Rensu had seemed to bite off a mighty chunk from a metaphorical giganto steak. The type of chomp where one cannot correctly chew and must awkwardly swallow the lump of protein. Well, that was how Rensu thought it. Though, he seemed to really enjoy it. Banging his skull against that of a warrior far more experienced. It made him feel all the more powerful. And surely it showed! When he first battled the other, he was far weaker! But now? He was a little stronger. Stronger than many in his class of Saiyajin; namely the other teenagers and young ones of the race of warriors.
However! It was a brand new day. Rensu was likely going to take advantage of this. And so he did: As the boy was out and about. His person decorated appropriately. Standard Saiyajin armor. Golden straps across his shoulders, black chest armor. Black leotard beneath, long sleeved and all. His hair tied back. He really did take a liking to the style of wear. It felt right on him. His young face now recovered from the previous spar. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, his cheek was stained by a scar now. A four point star emblazoned on him. As one would expect, he found himself rubbing the blemish periodically. It was a neat mark. Now. Where was he? Rensu wasn't in the city like most others. No, he found himself in the outskirts of Saiya.
Training like he often did. He hated the idea of being weak. It was a pride thing and a simply need. He needed to be powerful. Training everyday was the only to attain power. But, he needed a partner for training. If only there was someone. <Ah! I got it!> He seemed to have an epiphany of sorts. Halting his punches, the boy stood tall. Well, as tall as he could for 5'4". His power spiking to a fair amount. Enough to hopefully attract others to fight with him.
Tarro was embarrassed with himself for letting himself fall so behind in his training. He could almost imagine hearing his old commander yelling at him from the afterlife for his laziness. He had let his motivation fade, but he would not make that mistake again. Now that he had finally joined the ranks of the Super Saiyans- he knew there were goals once more to strive for. There was much for him to learn. And much for him to re-learn. He remembered the essentials, but not necessarily the basics. He remembered most of his "Flashy" techniques. It was the gritty, more serious and technical aspect of fighting that he had forgotten. His reflexes were once top-notch. His ki control perfect. Now he was vulnerable to surprise attacks. He was vulnerable to tiring out much faster than before. He had a lot of work to do if he wanted to get back into shape. Being a Super Saiyan wasn't nearly good enough. What use was the transformation if he could no longer fight properly? He was determined to rectify the situation.
The Saiyan was in his usual attire as usual - a black jumpsuit with a green-and-grey Saiyan chest plate over it. It was his style of armor - thinking that the shoulder pads were too bulky and inhibited movement too much. He also wore dark grey fingerless gloves, as he liked the feeling of the skin on his knuckles as it lodged itself into his enemies. The boots were dark grey as well, with the tips of the boots being colored green like the chest plate. It was his own style of color and he enjoyed it.
The outskirts seemed like the best place to get some training in at the moment. Usually he went to the fighting gyms overrun from the Brench's civilization, but he had found they were a bit crowded today. He was looking for some solo training - just to get the old gears working again. Suddenly however he felt someone's ki rise - albeit they weren't very impressive. At least compared to him. It was definitely a fellow Saiyan judging by the ki. Tarro grinned. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to train a little runt first. He hadn't met another Saiyan since... that woman... and he didn't like to think about Tomina. He was both attracted and disgusted to/by that woman. Perhaps this Saiyan would be more pleasant. And it might feel good to help a fellow Saiyan out for a change. He hid his power level - lowering it to a measly fifty-thousand. He wanted to make this a good opportunity for the Saiyan to train himself. By lowering his power level he also gave himself a chance to try his hand at losing some of that rust. It gave him a comfortable cushion to make it so he was less inclined to show his full power, but still maintain some level of a challenge for himself.
He appeared before the lad with a serious, passive look on his face. As if he could be doing a million better things with his time. "You're a fellow Saiyan, right? How's your training been going?" he asked while gazing away in a separate direction. He didn't want to seem too friendly.
[WC: 540] [Stamina: 3/3] [PL lowered to 50,000 with Ki Suppression]
The younger Saiyan turned to face a new person. This guy seemed to look like the typical Saiyan warrior; Spiky hair, black at that, battle armor and all the works. Alrighty. Folding one arm over the other, the youth smiled some. It didn't hurt to be at least a little friendly. Especially towards a colleague of all people. "Yeah, I'd like to think I am," Ren replied. His tail waving casually behind his rear. "Training is going alright, I guess. Could be better. I can't exactly get much done alone, though." Rensu was hinting to something with those words. Surely Tarro could've picked up. Well, even if he didn't, Rensu was likely going to say it outright and request a favor of him.
"Rensu. My name," He stated. "I know you just showed up an' all, but: Do you mind helping me? Train with me. Maybe teach me a move or two? It'll help out the kingdom in the long run if the elders help the youth out," The kid spoke like he had a whole routine locked in. Whatever elders or vets he met had to help him out. Not in an obligatory sense, but in a 'help him, help us, help the king,' sense. "Or would you rather we stand out here and dawdle and talk pleasantries?" Bouncing from heel to heel, the boy smiled. "Talk and fight, maybe?"
Tarro was amused by this young lad's style. Perhaps he'd prove to be fun to train with today. Bonding with another Saiyan like himself might be good for him after everything that had happened lately. The black-haired Saiyan had turned his head and looked at the lad as he spoke, witty but not too intolerable. The elite held his arms against his sides, stoic and still. His tail was curled around his waist. The lad's training was boring it seemed by the way he spoke. Tarro had to admit training by yourself was boring, especially for Saiyans. They preferred the thrill of smashing their fists against another thing and beating each other for sport. To see who was stronger, and to get stronger from the experience. That was why Tarro had approached him after all. To get a sparring partner himself.
"Alright squirt, I'll play with you a bit." he said with a light, airy chuckle with little weight behind it. Tarro made no official stance. He just stood as stoic as usual. His hands against his sides. "Strike at me when you're ready, kid."
PL: Suppressed to 50,000 WC: 185 TWC: 725 Stamina: 3/3
"Perfect." Ren smiled and seemed to get excited the moment his newly announced partner confirmed his desire to train.
<I shoulda figured he'd agree. After all, he feels kinda strong. Well, about equal to I am without these weights...maybe he's hiding. Carva was when we engaged. Huh. I oughta call him out the moment we're both warmed up.> Rensu seemed to be thinking to himself. Some shifts in his facial features could've revealed that. The movement of his eyebrows and shift in eyes to various parts of his training companions body could tell. There wasn't much time to be dilly dallying, though. Training was afoot! With a mighty heave of breath through his nostrils, Rensu took to sprinting forth. After his third step, though, the boy hovered above the ground. Darting forth and covering the distance between he and Tarro.
"Begin!" He shouted. Rensu began the fight as he normally did. Making sure of a smaller stature by somersaulting overhead and unleashed a swift and powerful leg. His intention to crack Tarro's cranium with the brunt of his heel. However, he knew his foe would defend. Most people did. He was curious on what the next move would be.
Tarro could feel his training partner's excitement as he smiled at the Elite Saiyan with such youthful energy and anticipation. Truly Tarro did envy the youth in him. He himself was still in his prime, and yet he felt ten years older than he currently was. Trauma could do that to a person he supposed. The energy the Saiyan felt from the lad was still fresh- not fully tapped into. The kid had a long way to go before he could reach a Super Saiyan transformation. Tarro began to study the boy's every muscle movement - his ki sense active and waiting for the boy's energy to signal his approach. Finally the boy reacted! He moved with such fierceness and determination. The broadness of his attack made it easy to anticipate, even for the rusty Saiyan warrior. Lifting his arm above his head as the boy somersaulted into a heel kick - the Saiyan elite blocked the incoming attack with his forearm. As the two beings clashed - Tarro's superior strength allowed him to withstand the attack with no damage to be seen. Smiling- Tarro rose up in the blink of an eye meeting Rensu at an even level. With a swift right hook the Saiyan opted to smash against his cheek sending him flying back a few meters.
"Sloppy!" he shouted to the boy. "Such broad strikes are easy to read. You have to build into them with smaller attacks. This is not a dance recital! This is a fight. Step up, Kid!"
Blocked and Countered your attack with 2,500 Melee WC: 251 TWC: 976
"Uguooh!" The boy grunted from the immediate impact of fist to face. His eyes opening up more than usual and a pained expression taking him over. A little spit even being punched out of him from the impact. The damage wasn't too bad, but it was more so the sudden part that made it so staggering. Rensu hit the ground with a thud but quickly rolled back onto his feet. Huffing once as he looked over to Tarro. He had listened to every word that was being given to him. Build into the larger hits through smaller ones. Sequence them, maybe? That was probably what he meant. Alright, he'd do just that. The youth smacked his own cheeks twice, focusing himself and gaining a new sense of composure. A stronger one, anyways. He both did and didn't care about impressing this elder, but he figured it would also do him some good to obtain even a sliver of respect in the long run. In the case that, heaven forbid, he needed help. He could call on a powerful ally to stall or revive him in a downed state. That type of thing.
"Alright, here I come." He stated. Whipping his fists before him and adjusting them so he had one guarding his face and the other protecting his gut. He dashed back into the combat zone and opened his assault light. Choosing not to go high, but instead stay mid and low. Carefully aimed jabs and straights directed for Tarro's stomach and chest issued. Spaced, however. The beat of his attacks going: Hit, wait one second, hit. This method of striking felt a little more refined. Not as sloppy, but certainly not how an expert would go about dispatching opponents. However, that was where the fun lay. Learning how to properly fight and take on foes of varying size and background. A larger repertoire of enemies would only lead to a wider understanding as well as a wider library of ways in defeating new enemies and opponents. Rensu had the feeling that Tarro would gladly assist him learning just that. Right?Dash in and light assault dealing 532 in damage.
Tarro was glad that the boy was receptive to his advice, listening to his words instead of challenging them or complaining about them as most had before. The boy was a true warrior - and the Elite reckoned that if he was susceptible to learning he could very well rise high someday if he continued working hard. He remembered a time long ago where the "Royal" family was that of Queen Lettis' and Nasu's (Natto's) family was the middle class. Overtime though they quickly overshadowed Lettis' legacy - Nasu being a Super Saiyan God in recent times. Status, Name, Family were all inconsequential things for a warrior trying to climb the ranks. Tarro himself had seen low-class Saiyans rise above him in strength, and it humbled him and kept him fighting and training to regain his position. Perhaps the lad would be able to do the same someday, though Tarro himself was hardly the warrior he used to be.
Tarro's reflexes and finesse still required some polishing - but he still had quite a bit of training under his belt, some experience. He had a good arsenal of techniques to draw from to handle many a situation. Perhaps the boy would learn a thing or two from him in this fight. As he charged the Saiyan elite - Tarro prepared himself for the oncoming onslaught. With each straight punch and jab the kid threw- the elite prepared his forearms to block and absorb the impact of the attack. Each attack tickled the Saiyan elite - the poor lad still having a ways to go if he wanted to overcome the Saiyan elite. If the kid started concentrating his ki - he'd have an advantage on Tarro who was suppressing his power to give him an even fight. Soon he would give that advice to him. This was a training session meant to improve both of them after all.
Tarro caught the last punch that the kid threw. Pulling the kid closer to him while lifting his knee - Tarro would smash his knee against his chin to knock the boy up in the air before flying upward to catch up to him and hammerfist him back to the ground. Tarro was willing to help the kid learn - but he wasn't going to be gentle in this fight. The kid needed to get angry and start attacking him more ferociously. Technique was important, but only when maintained at a high level of effort. He wasn't giving it everything he had - and that was a problem. "You're never going to beat me if you don't take this seriously! Fight me like you want to kill me!" he ordered. He wanted to see just how much the kid knew. How much he had to learn....
[Blocked with 2,500 Melee. Countered with 2,500 Melee.] [WC: 455] [TWC: 1431]
Another one. First, it was Carva, now it was Tarro. There seemed to be a reoccurring trend going on. Of the two elder Saiyans whom Rensu had begun training with, both of them were using rage and anger as a method of unlocking one's potential. Nothing wrong with that, though. It just sucked to get the shit beaten out of you. Then again, it was better than being verbally berated. At least physical trauma could render some underlying strength more directly. Tarro was apparently going that route. As another knee found itself connecting directly into the young man's chin. The impact and momentum from the attack sending the boy flying quite high up, enough for Tarro to capitalize and take advantage of it. To which he did, as he sent the youth plummeting down with a mighty crash.
Getting to his feet, Rensu gripped his own knee for some support. Standing up, but with a slight hunch forward. A stinging pain surging through his face right about now, and a light pain echoing through his back. Easily ignored though, so not huge worries there. "Who said anything about not being serious? I just didn't wanna tear your throat out of your body out of respect for it being a spar," Rensu replied. His left eye shut due to a pain running through it, but he forced it open for this fight. <You and Carva have some seriously similar training methods. Guess it comes with age. Oh well.> The boy thought to himself, standing right and properly. Smashing his knuckles together and declaring himself serious and ready to engage in combat.
Time to start. Rensu initiated his turn by playing the tactician. First, the boy ushered a number of Ki blasts forth. However, none of them were directly aimed for Tarro himself. Rather, he was aiming for the opponent's feet and general area. The idea behind this act to kick up a heavy cloud of dust and debris. This would act as a barrier for sight and thus render him unable to see the smaller Saiyan. Granted, he could be sensed but he highly doubted that Tarro could feel out exactly where he was rather than whether or not he was there period. Had this been successful, Rensu would dash right back into Tarro's AO. Getting as close as he could and attempting to strike the older Saiyan with a powerful kick directed for his midsection.
OOC: Note I never specified my feet being back on the ground. Last I said I was still hovering in the air where there's no debris to throw ki blasts at lol. I'll purposely move that way however to maintain your post's consistency.
Tarro frowned as the knee connected with the lad, his smashing blows knocking the kid in the air and back into the ground with incredible force. It was clear that he wasn't getting serious - or he was just really weak and untrained. In either case - Tarro realized at the rate he was going this kid was just going to be knocked the fuck out and not learn anything. "Perhaps rage is not the proper way to encourage this kid," he thought to himself. It was hard to picture why this kid was part of the Kingdom when his demeanor seemed a little more like that of the Alliance the Saiyan Elite had left behind. It made him smirk in nostalgia. It would get beaten out of him- just as it had for the older Saiyan when Natto had been blown out like a vibrant candle snuffed of its flame. Still it wasn't the job of the warrior to do that. He would let fate draw its hand for that task, slapping the boy into reality.
He stared focused at the kid as he talked back to the Elite, saying he didn't want to rip his throat out of his body because it was a spar. He was a strange one. He seemed so peaceful. Was he like part-Earthling or something? It confused the rusty elite just thinking about it, his eyebrows raised before returning back to their previous glaring look. "It's that soft hearted crap that gets you killed on the field. Is this a game to you, kid? Do you fight in playgrounds and little martial art tournaments? Or are you a warrior, whose prepared to kill his enemies on the battlefield should the need arise?"
He growled as his feet touched the ground once more as the kid recovered from that last barrage. "Are you a Saiyan? Or are you a coward? MAKE UP YOUR MIND!" he roared, his voice bellowing with intensity as his purple aura swirled around his body in a thick layer of light. The kid charged him on throwing ki blasts at the ground beneath the Saiyan's feet - showing cleverness and tactic. By trying to blind the Saiyan's vision he was hoping to strike a blow. Unfortunately for the little Saiyan - Tarro was well-versed in the ki sensing arts. With a grin on his face, a light chuckle radiating out in the air from the Saiyan's lips as Tarro caught the leg meant to hit him. Normally this was the part where the Saiyan would retaliate and beat the boy down further. But this time he chose not to do it. "Not bad. At least you're not a moron, kid," the Saiyan complimented him in his own, unusual way. The Saiyan reigned him in and then tossed him back against the dirt with a soft thud - not damaging him but rather knocking them back just to separate them some.
"I'm serious! Show me your full power! Fire an energy attack or use some special move. I wanna see your full power. Do it now!"
[Blocked with 2,500 PL. Throw him for knockback for no damage because Tarro's nice like that.]
His tactic was a confirmed failure. Damn it. Carva had fallen for the move, so it had given the boy some kind of confidence in a way. But, he was now going to learn the vital lesson that some tactics weren't always going to work one hundred percent. This lesson taking the form of Tarro grappling him by the leg and then sending him to the floor. Again. A somewhat annoyed Rensu rising up from the ground and standing up though hunched over. His ears perking up, listening to what more Tarro had to say about the boy and his person. It was kind of reassuring; How the elite complimented him on not being an idiot. It was bittersweet. Taking a breath, Rensu stood upright. "Darn it. Darn it! Daaarn it!!" He seemed to be having a fit of some kind. Well, it wasn't a fit. No, it was more a breaking point being reached. He was thrown down twice. He was being questioned on how much of a Saiyan he was. He was failing himself, his race and his kingdom. Tarro was essentially causing his own wonders to come even more alive.
Tarro wanted a special attack. No, he wanted Rensu to go up to his fullest power limit. In the boy's head, a new 'mission' was given to him. Like a tutorial to a game, where one would learn the controls and how to attack. He'd show Tarro something. Nothing too flashy, considering where Rensu stood and how he had almost nothing flashy to show in the first place. "Power Wave!" He exclaimed the name of his attack boldly. Slamming down his fist to the ground and emitting a wild wave of Ki forward. One could compare it to a simple blast that traveled across the ground at most. Truth be told, he didn't care if it hit. He only cared about releasing his anger. If there was one thing that the kid knew, it was that anger clouded one's movements in combat. He forgot just where he heard it, but he experienced it firsthand. Hell, he was experiencing it right now! His failures in this spar were revealing themselves and forcing him to use his Ki at the request of his opponent. How smart was that?
"I'm a Saiyan! A Saiyaaaan!" Ren shouted, after releasing the wave of Ki. His eyes shut and his words loud. He was clearly frustrated and passionate about affirming who he was and more importantly, what he was![OT-1] Power Wave - 2,633 DMG OOC: Sorry about that, Tarro! ^^;
Tarro stared at the kid as the tension finally seemed to break itself into him. Perhaps he was finally starting to get some results. He grinned as the boy's power began to flourish. He was still only at a grunt soldier's level, but he was still plenty young and ripe for growth. The look of annoyance in himself and his frustration mirrored exactly Tarro's own feelings about being so rusty and losing his fighting sense. Truthfully if it wasn't for his own slacking he would be able to control his power much easier - and fight this kid more fairly. Less power and more technique. He supposed this was also a good lesson as well though. The kid would be fighting stronger opponents, given how low the both of them were on the totem pole currently. The galaxy was full of many strong fighters that could crush the two of them like grapes. There would be dark days ahead of both of them.
Tarro watched as the boy extended a hand- charging a yellow orb of light in the palm of his hand. Tarro could feel the energy as it gathered in his hand - before rushing out to meet the older Saiyan as a beam of light. Crossing his arms in front of him taking the place head on - Tarro grunted softly as it exploded into him. The explosion rang across his body with a cloud of smoke bursting from the impact point. From the dust settled the elder Saiyan stood grinning. "Not bad at all... we gotta work on some names though. Power Wave? Simple is usually fine for attack names... but that's just going to far," he joked, though he was totally serious. It was a pretty lame attack name.
It appeared however that the kid was still lost in his breakdown. It was kind of inspiring actually to see the kid so worked up. It was good. He was starting to really feel the warrior's desire. The need to prove himself and to make something happen but knowing he needed to get stronger to reach that point. "Finally you've begun to tap into your heritage... well done, kid. You even managed to hurt me a little even while I thought I wasn't holding back enough against you....," he said with a grin. Clearly he was rather impressed with him, despite the rough work that he needed to get even better.
"It's good in a fight to conserve your stamina so you aren't vulnerable to an enemy's finishing attack. But it's also important to not take too much damage in a fight. You can exert some of your energy if it's an attempt to protect yourself and get your opponent off of you," he explained as he powered up a little extra, the purple aura enlarging even more as he slowly tapped into more and more of his potential for the boy. "Too much damage in a fight can build up over time and when it does well... you better hope the light at the end of the tunnel isn't the fires of hell," he said with a light chuckle. Saiyans usually get the short end of the stick as far as the afterlife went due to the perception of their ways. It was the few "chosen" Saiyans that were lucky enough to be spared such torment - the ones willing to bend the knee to the Kais and all of their mistaken, hypocritical rules. Charging a purple orb in his hand - the Saiyan looked at the lad with mischief, a devious plan afoot.
"Like so... I wouldn't let this ki blast hit you if I were you!" he said - as a rather powerful ki blast came flying towards Rensu! He wondered what he would do. Would he dodge or would he counter it back? Or suffer damage that Tarro wasn't sure he'd be able to make it back from...
[Powered up to 75,000 PL and fired a Martial Arts Ki Blast of 3,750]
More talk. Rather than berating, it seemed to be more constructive chatter out of Tarro. It was a start. He mentioned having to think of some new, better names for his Power Wave technique. Did it really matter? For someone who wanted Rensu to get his head into the battle, he was certainly out of it right now. Rensu swore beneath his breath, trying not to be too loud out of the utter unimportance of it. The boy's arms folded over one another as he listened closely to his instructor's dialogue. Something about him finally tapping into his power. Like he was doing it on purpose; Not using the fullest extent of his strength. Which was true, in a sense. Oh well.
Conserve stamina. Make sure you didn't use too much of it and use the correct amount for the correct situation. Basic stuff was coming out of Tarro. Things Rensu knew but didn't know how to execute perfectly. So, perhaps it wasn't that much of a waste for the elite to mention. "...Alright," Rensu thought. He seemed to be hinting at something. And like that, he watched and felt as Tarro powered his Ki up a good sum. Raising his current cap up to seventy-five thousand. A blast of Ki following the power up. Now, it was a matter of how he'd react to it. Would he dodge, take it or cull the impact a great amount. It felt as though culling it was a greater choice. It'd result in a minor sting, but it was something. Alright, that was his choice! Watching as the blast came forth, Rensu slammed his fist back down against the ground. Pushing forth a second Power Wave. The wave of energy smashing into his opponent's blast of Ki. Not destroying it, but instead rendering it only somewhat weaker.
Rensu dashing forth and embracing Tarro's attack, the youth relieved it what was left not harming him too much. Now it was simply a matter of closing their distance.[OT1] Power Wave - 2,633 VS 3,750 = 1,117 IN DMG received.
The former Elite hadn't gotten as much out of this workout as he had expected too. He had thought the handicap he had placed in the beginning would b enough for this kid to make this training session mostly fair. The kid got one scratch on the Saiyan Elite. It was clear the kid was probably reserving some power. Lower-tier Saiyans were still in the midst of their weighted training phase - so perhaps that was why this had been so boring for him. But he had only just found himself able to fight again - so one day of missed intense training wouldn't kill the elite. Especially if he was blooming a new Saiyan who could one day make an awesome sparring partner. As well as a capable soldier for the Kingdom - assuming Tarro killed that boy's soft-heartedness for his own good. The world had proven too cruel for naive men.
The kid pushed back against the energy blast- firing off another weak but effective energy beam hoping to clash against it to mitigate the pressure. Tarro was glad- he was afraid if the boy continued sustaining damage he might accidentally kill him. Hopefully the boy would stop his foolishness before it ever got to that point. "Good choice. But now you're feeling pretty winded, right? Make sure to not to overdo it lest you leave your body defenseless," Tarro said with a nod. He powered down back to his fifty-thousand. "Perhaps we should take a break, what do you think?"he offered.
"We can cool down on my spaceship and have a cold one before getting back into it. Let your body heal a little before we go another round."
The bout had suddenly ended. As per Tarro's offer. It seemed so...out of the blue, to Rensu. As the youth had to stop his forward assault and ultimately dropped down to the heels of his boots. Skidding to a sudden halt. The boy standing before his older mentor. His hands by his side and his eyes peering deep into Tarro's own. He seemed to be worked up, still. Like he was still quite angry with himself and what Tarro asked him during their spar. Oh well. There was nothing he could really do about it. Not now, anyways. Their difference in strength and their individual levels of experience were far too spaced apart for Ren to even stand a chance. Plus, what good would attacking his elder outside of a combat situation do him. None.
"I...I guess I can stand to rest." Rensu replied. His eyes averting to the ground for a moment. Tarro, like Carva, had laid another dent in his softhearted nature. The two of them pushing him towards what it meant to be a real Saiyan. Little by little.
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