The Way of the Warrior(Rensu)(x30)(Mansion)

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Rensu had a number of thoughts encircling his mind, too. Between the nightmarish exchange between Carva and Kinoko. Training under Tarro temporarily as well as seeing his superior nearly eradicated. It took a toll on him. His morale. His spirit. Not in the sense that he was disheartened, but instead thrown forth into an area of wonder and questioning. Someone capable of achieving Super Saiyan was nearly erased. Like a scribble to an eraser. It was just amazing and defied all of which was thought possible. And, Carva. Carva and the Queen. The two Saiyans, they- they obtained a power above Super Saiyan. Their hair remained golden but their overall composition was that of nightmarish details. The bulk, the apparent permanent agalthesia being produced. The power? They were mortal gods.

Carva addressed him. He finally noticed him watching how he trained. It was certainly something to see. The way he trained was like he was fighting. Or killing. There was no mercy to be given. Not even for a training bag. It sent chills down the runts spine. His arms folded over one another. Rensu flexing them, in effort to make himself seem bigger. Like animals, these Saiyans were. His biceps flexed, back straight and jaw tightened. All the signs of total bracing. "Is it important to know? You told me we were training here, anyways." Ren answered. His eyes trying to keep from Carva's out of a mix of fear and respect. The hulking power displayed by the elder did that to him.

The boy's own tail swayed with ease. Showing he wanted to be relaxed. But the aura cast over by Carva still induced an underlying fear in the lad. It felt like he simply wasn't allowed to relax. As if he needed an order before anything else. That was the general feeling that was put into Rensu's heart when he stood around Carva. It was just what he projected forth. Be it on purpose. Or not. That was it. Rensu followed his silent prompt. Walking forward and into the light. Not sheltered by the darkness that he once did. One could call it poetic, no matter how mundane the action may have been. Coming to the light and all of that.

Rensu stood across Carva. His eyes eased and softened as he was instructed to relax. While Carva exuded the qualities of a Saiyan to the very T, Ren did not. His eyes were with ease. His face was tough but still rounded at the cheeks. It was strange. He boasted pride but not how his fellowship did. Carva offered a drink. The boy grabbing it hastily and fumbling momentarily. The slippery object in his hands befire being settled. The cap being popped up with his thumb and a hesitant sip taken. He tried taking it down and did it, but with trouble. "...Grk..!" He grunted. The taste was rough. It shook his throat and spiced it up even if the taste was not inherently spicy. "R-right. Understood..." He replied. His voice hushed from the new taste of alcohol.

Ren watched as Carva moved and ended up sitting before him. He was seated beside the youth, which bode somewhat troublesome for the lad to speak to the elder efficiently. He ended up having to move forth and circle around Carva. Ending in the lad sitting parallel to the elder. Across from him, Rensu copying Carva and sitting down in the lotus position as well. The Vegetean brew positioned beside the boy's leg. He listened carefully to what his elder need say. He seemed to be complimenting him? Well...okay. It felt quite foreign. Being told he was growing. Especially by another Saiyan. The warrior race was far from that of patters on the back. And a veteran like Carva wasn't the most likely to do so. Not from sight alone, no.

But. He brought up the training request. And then he mentioned how much stronger the two of them had became. He asked if Ren was even prepared for a second round of training. He went as far as to call the youth a weakling. As if he wasn't ready. Lucky for Carva, Rensu seemed to have a death wish of some kind. It was strange; How willing the boy was to throw himself into danger? Perhaps it was a coming of age thing. Or purely a Saiyan trait of sorts. Regardless, Carva's words seemed to agitate the boy. His grip on the alcohol in his hand tightened. Visibly so, his knuckles tensed ans his fingers tightened resulting in an audible crack of glass. "Yes. I'm ready, Carva-san." Ren replied. He wasn't fully angry. But...Carva knew how to really piss the kid off. It'd happen eventually.

<Carva-san...so cocky. His arrogance is a huge trait. Damn it. Damn you. I'll be stronger than you. Just wait..> Rensu thought to himself. His thoughts would render Carva to laugh at him. Perhaps berate him for insolence. Possibly insult his big dreams. Not that it mattered. Rensu had grown uncaring. Well, kind of. Carva's words and musings on being a true Saiyan still effected him strongly. He had to wonder what he lacked. What he was missing. What needed to be done before he was considered a true Saiyan among Saiyans. Agh.

There he went. Bragging. Boasting. Just kind of babbling. Rensu grew numb to it. He spoke of his Heran mistress and her talents and yada yada yada. Whatever. What piked the lad was Carva's gravitational influence. The home was modified. Which meant more power yields. Fantastic. Rensu's grip on the Vegetean brew tightened further. He felt Carva's fingers graze against his forehead and settled where comfortable. His eyes narrowed in wonder. The results just pissed the boy right off. He was sent flying backwards and into a wall. Between not being ready and weaker than his instructor? Rensu felt his hand become cut and sliced due to him suddenly crushing the beer in hand. Glass dropping from him and anger rushing into his blood. His heart pumping. His heart beating faster than ever. His eyes void of emotion other than wrath. He recovered quickly.

Bouncing off of the wall and levitating through flight. His body stretched out and arms extended as well as legs. Each hand open and fingers unfurled. His mouth agape. "D-daga! Daga! Daga kotowaru! I REFUSE! He shouted. He refused to losing. He hated this. This weakness. Carva was taking advantage of his weaker disposition and wouldn't get away with it. He refused! Rensu rushed back into Carva. Attacking relentlessly with quickly timed strikes. His offence restless and without halt. His defense was dropped to zero, though..

Carva played a significant role in Rensu's rising anger, sure. The way he held himself. The older man was so sure of himself and his abilities. Like he was invincible. He reached a point in his life where he seemed to believe he was straight up undefeatable no matter what. Rensu both admired it and hated it all the same. He wished he could be so cocky and arrogant in battle. He envied how Carva felt little to no pain. He was by definition of a Saiyan. The lad was doing it all wrong, wasn't he? His anger was driving him but he just couldnt compete, at least it felt like it. No. He couldn't let himself fall, it'd do worse than better for him. So as Rensu rushed into Carva, he was engulfed by his emotions. His anger lead every punch and kick. He forgot how much faster and well tuned Carva's reflexes were compared to his own, even.

A sense of satisfaction washed over the boy when he felt his fist meet skin. The other Saiyan's blood staining his fist and making his knuckle red. However, the response was more than enough to juice the kid's rage further. A sharp elbow impaled the lad's stomach, Carva having grabbed him by the wrist and countering accordingly. Rensu giving a mighty huff as the air was taken from him quickly. An acute, sharp pain jolting his limbs. A quick recovery did follow, the boy yanking his hand back and away from Carva. He landed on his feet, taking a few steps back. Eyes narrowed and brows furrowed with wrath. His pupils small and trembling with hatred. For Carva, no. For his own weakness, yes. Unfortunately, this enraged state remained a constant about now. It wasn't going to be shaken off just yet. Perhaps after a few blows but not now. If Carva wanted, he could've toyed with the teenager and drew his rage out even further if he so pleased. It was like Rensu was reverted to a primal Saiyan, himself.

His hesitant nature was replaced by war-fueled tendencies now. While there was distance between he and Carva, Ren stood tall. Standing upright and fists tightened by his waist. His nails digging through his palm and forcing drips of his warm blood to fall. Louder drops made due to the heightened gravity. His jaw clenched and tightened, he could feel the stress being applied to his shoulders and back. However, he needed to stay standing and strong. His rage shifted. From boisterous and obvious, to silent fury. The only giveaways being his narrowed eyes and slightly pursed lips. Perhaps the boy had found his backbone. He'd dart forward once again. Aiming to rush Carva down, though a little more intelligently, this time.

Like an animal, he jumped from right to left methodically. Wanting to mix his opponent up to his best ability, making sure Carva couldn't predict where he'd be attacking from. The moment he did manage to close in on the hulking Saiyan, he dropped to the ground and tackled upwards. Rensu's goal being to smash into Carva's abdomen and pin him to the ground. The main event of this attack being a furious, hate filled flurry of punches aimed cor Carva's skull. Interestingly, as Rensu attacked, his Saiyan genetics seemed to be in overdrive. His tail waving sporadically and wildly, each hair seemed to stand up.

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Tackle & Pin Assault (Basic Melee) for 871 damage if successful. The tackle is more of a grab than real attack.

The thing about fighting Carva was that anything you did, anything you tried, did jack all. Like it didn't even matter. Every punch that Rensu delivered connected, sure, but at the cost of his knuckles bouncing off of the man's face. Truth be told, he felt weak. Carva simply laid there and smiled. Taking each hit as if they were candy or medicine. Rensu could feel himself remaining angry. It just pissed him off! "Darn you, darn you, darn you!!" The boy shouted with each punch thrown. As if each darn was timed to a specific blow. Rensu's agitated assault was, obviously, for naught. As he was forced to stop. Carva hadn't grappled the boy's hands, but instead grabbed something else. Rensu's eyes had opened and darted to his hind side. He'd left himself open. And Carva had optimized, grappling the boy's tail.

Thrown aside, Rensu was sat on his knees and hands. Agony. Pure, unfiltered agony. That was the only thing that could describe the amount of pain that was shooting through the boy's body. He should've remembered that flaw, but failed to consider whether or not his opponent would have even used it against him. Then again; It was Carva after all. Of course he'd act on the boy's weakness in tail strength. "Nngh! C-Cheat! Cheater!" Ren grunted. His left eye was closed out of pain, his other eye trying to keep open. His hands planted to the ground, fingers tensing and tightening against the floor. He had to act and adapt. Now.

The boy slammed his fist against the ground angrily. He had to numb his tail. This training session would not end here. Not like this. He just needed little time!

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Stunned from tail grab!
[PT-1] Tail Mastery being attempted for learning in thread.

Rensu was still experiencing a deep pain. Even as Carva gave his speech and dialogue, the man's hand was still tightly gripping the lad's tail. It mattered now how much it disgusted him or how important this lesson in combat would be, no, it still hurt like one true son of a bitch! Ren could respond in grunts and nods, as his voice would simply crack had he even tried to speak back and give his more detailed thoughts on the matter. He could only agree, though. Realistically, his opponent more than likely would have no qualms about sneaking up or outright snatching his tail just to take advantage of his stunned state. He'd need to learn how to keep his tail in check. But, truth be told, as Carva held it he could feel himself feel less and less pain. A light electricity that was preceded by the initial lightning strike. The moment Carva let go of him, Rensu scrambled to his feet. Distancing himself from Carva.

He stood up, now. His eyes watching his elder carefully. Every drop of blood, every drip, every small and thin stream of crimson liquid that fell from the man was noted and found. Seen as a sign of progress. He was hurting him, just not on the surface. The tough part was making Carva wince or flinch. Anything like that could be ruled out as impossible, but Ren knew there had to be some sort of way to make it happen. "I guess you're right. Anyone else would do just that. Consider it gone, it won't happen again. Ever." Ren stated. Confirming Carva's demand. That, followed by his elder restarting their battle by entering his stance and giving him the OK to advance.

Taking a breath, Rensu dashed forward. Though this time in short bursts, wanting to make his method of attack a bit more ambiguous. He wanted to get close, and the moment he did then he would attack. As the battle went on, he could be found learning. He learned how to fight here, but he could feel some of Carva's style trickling into his brain. This was made apparent as he had simply stopped before his elder and reeled back. His fist was brought back but suddenly dropped in favor of an opening headbutt. His own smaller cranium aimed to make impact against Carva's.[he]Attempting basic melee.