Proper Training Etiquette (Flare, Celerous)

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Celerous loved to fight, he really did. He was half Saiyan, and had been trained by his Saiyan father for the first ten years of his life. But even so, Celerous had never really been taught more than how to throw a straight punch. How he’d managed to train for nineteen years of his life, and still manage to not know how to actually fight, Celerous would never know. He blamed it on his parents, really. How do you train a kid for his entire life, but not deign to teach him a proper fighting style or martial art?

Sure, Galen had taught him a thing or two about how to use a sword, but what if there wasn’t one around? Just because he carried one on his back, didn’t mean he couldn’t lose it. And when he did lose it somehow, and he knew he would, he would have to thrown down with his opponents using his fists. If he didn’t know how to use his fists (and he really didn’t), then he’d be screwed. Probably dead too. Celerous wasn’t afraid to die, but neither did he welcome the idea.

But as much as he wanted to learn how to fight, he didn’t want to waltz up to some stranger's door and just ask them for lessons. It was rude. Hell, if he’d known that Galen would be waiting for him at the top of the Tower, he never would have made the climb, much less request a lesson, without asking for his permission to come to his home first.

"Yes, Liari, people do this here. But not usually like this."

But Liari would not be deterred, no matter how reluctant she actually seemed. Despite his numerous protests on the way to the mansion in front of them, Liari had kept her pace. And now, as he heard her knuckles rap upon the door in front of them, Celerous groaned.

He’d heard a few bits and pieces of rumors about the woman who owned this mansion. And from what he’d heard, she was not someone you wanted to piss off.

Fuck his life.

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