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A cold breeze rolled over the Spinach Wastes, animating the atmosphere with a lovely whistle as the gust danced atop the blades of grass that lined the hilly fields. Rays of sun beat down upon the area, leaving any traveler with more than a few beads of sweat to accompany their journey. Clouds floated overhead, creating the occasional dark paradise whenever they passed over the sun. However, despite the seemingly decent weather, the northern part of the Wastes turned out to be a complete ghost town. Individuals were probably enjoying their beautiful day with their families, rocking it out on the beach or prancing about the various cities. All except for one individual.
A sizeable pillar of smoke billowed from between three large rock formations on the forefront of the lake, which for anyone happening to travel on by, was noticeable as the dust contrasted nicely against the azure sky. The roaring sounds of rocks being shattered and falling towards the earth could be heard for a good distance around as well, possibly leading anyone in the vicinity away. There, standing (barely) in the middle of his own makeshift battleground was the one man who ventured far enough out to claim this spot as his own for the day, the halfbreed known as Jinjer.
A young human-saiyan hybrid, Jinjer’s saiyan-half brought an aggressive yet determined demeanor to his everyday routine, prompting him to search out locations such as this for rigorous training. It also didn’t help that his human-half provided him with an unwavering spirit and general will to learn and explore various combat styles and techniques. More than likely these two halves mixing and working alongside each other gifted Jinjer with this lust for some sort of physical activity. With cuts, bruises, tattered clothes, and splotches of crimson blood littering parts of his body, it was safe to say that he was satiating both of his halves.
Rocks of varying sizes strewn across the small training grounds, Jin stood right in the middle of all three rock formations. His legs were spread evenly apart, bent slightly at the knees. Both of his arms were outstretched before him, one hand taking on a relaxed pose with curled fingers while the other was tightly wound into a fist. His blackened pupils were locked onto a small rock spire just a few feet in front of him much like that of a hawk glaring down its prey, only hindered by the labored breaths that captured his chest. Perhaps the most noticeable features had to of been the two black and blue bruises across his body. One wrapped around his right wrist, and the other plastered across the left side of his neck.
To any outsider, it was obvious that Jin was quite literally killing himself with his training.
“Hufhg….. Hhufgg…. Just-... Nine-hundred… And eighty-five more sets… You can’ fuckin’ do this, Jin. Don’t wuss-out now-... hufghh..” He spoke in between huffs and puffs, his knees trembling from the physical strain of keeping his body upright.
Once again, his energy began to flare. Beginning at the base of his feet, the white aura engulfed his legs, slowly overtaking the rest of his body in a vibrant, spirited cloak of aura. The energy waved around his body in a similar fashion to that of fire, licking and lashing out at the air surrounding his body. With this new aura came a surge in his power level, rising to a staggering level and likely catching the attention of anyone nearby.
A disgruntled growl rattled Jin’s now gritted teeth, shaking the very foundation of his jaw. In one fell swoop, Jin pressed his right foot into the ground, propelling his body forward towards the rock spire. Although his speed seemed to be stilted due to injury and a lack of stamina, the halfbreed still managed a mighty right-handed backfist that completely cleaved through the column. Despite his slight victory, the pain riddled across his face was evident. A furrowed brow, another beastly growl, and the visible throbbing of his wrist were just a few of the signs.
“For fuck’s sake.. Work, damnit!” He angrily berated himself out loud, giving his right wrist a violent shake.
@cornatto -- 699 WC -- THREAD PL: 101,718 OOC NOTE: This thread is considered as a FLASHBACK.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2017 15:15:46 GMT -5 by Jinjer
[Thread Power Level: 321.134] [Power Level: 268.353] [Flashback]
The man had been spending his day in the depths of the bamboo forest, something that he used to do a lot as a child. Back in the days, it was for him to catch a break from his parents-- weak, but strong-willed Saiyans that tried their best to make of their child a warrior that would resemble the famous traditionalist warrior race, but with one goal in mind; not serve the Empire, but himself. It was a rather difficult goal, or at least that’s what he thought; considering the Empire was ‘that’ huge, not to mention that there were quite a few formidable warriors within their ranks.
And some of those warriors were a part of the ranks of the Legendary Super Saiyans, even if that power he had obtained wasn’t so legendary considering there were many beings with a larger power than his own; a prime example was Komatsu; son of Natto and Tomoroko. The Saiyan who had managed to reach incredible heights in ways that Cornatto hadn’t seen ever since the war, and he’d sure be delighted to spar him some day. Komatsu looked like quiet person most of the time when he saw him, but he was sure that he wasn’t a bad guy-- he was probably nice.
Then, there was Cervez; a brown, tall and massive Zoanthrope creature whose attitude resembled the one of a close friend; someone you could trust.. Not that they knew each other that much, but the wolfman inspired a feeling of confidence within the Saiyan and those around him. The Zoanthrope reminded him of his Namekian friend; even if the green man seemed more discrete than the wolfman, but also a friendly person.
He couldn’t help but feel like the man had sure managed to make himself plenty of friends; the first one of them was a Hybrid, and then without him noticing, he met plenty of people. Some of which accompanied him only for a short while, and others that were still present in his life.
Or was it?
That day, the Earthling Saiyan was walking in the whereabouts of the Eastern Lands, he would have liked to cultivate some of those particular plants himself.
However, a voice caught his attention; someone was struggling, and it wasn’t anything like those casual screams one would hear a girl do for some silly reasons or that kind of stuff, no. This one was frightening; the one of a man who was suffering.
Cornatto blinked and lifted his gaze up to the sky, picking up on a strong signature, one he had not felt in quite a while. “This ki...” - he thought to himself as he proceeded to make a run towards the signature’s direction; the expression on the Saiyan’s face was showing curiosity, and how could he not be curious? Not every day you'd hear someone like that in the middle of a forest. And as the Earthling Saiyan approached, the other would likely see him like a shadow in the sunlight coming out from the tiny opening that slashed through the darkness.
It didn’t take long for the Earthling Saiyan to reach the source of the not so discrete Ki signature as he found no one else than… who was this guy? Cornatto’s eyes widened, staring at the hybrid in surprise but also in a somewhat puzzled manner-- what the hell was happening?
He set his eyes on his hips and tilted his head slightly as he watched the scene.
Another rigid strike whisped his fist through the air, slicing through the ambience standing before him and his target: A hard punching bag in the form of another rock. His blackened hues held a tinge of determination that refused to let up regardless of the unbearable pain that circulated through the majority of his five-foot-nine frame. With every burst of energy that renewed his efforts in trying to reach that absurd amount of strikes, his body became littered in a whole new batch of dark grey blotches and tiny slits from which his bodily fluids oozed.
The resounding crack that exploded between Jinjer’s knuckles and his inanimate training partner would make but the most hardened warriors and veterans cringe in pain. However, taking the time out of his day to cringe and relax for just that split second wasn’t something the young man could afford. Not with his regimen. Of course, you couldn’t really ever plan out your days to a T. There will always be kinks in the chain that prevent you from following what you have laid out, and that kink appeared in the form of a shadow on the ground, followed by a rather loud voice echoing behind the human-saiyan hybrid.
Halting his aggressive training for but a moment, the disgruntled and dilapidated half-breed turned his head and aimed his gaze towards the sky, settling his eyes on the Saiyan hovering above. At first, he was going to just blow him off with a simple scoff or display a crude gesture with his middle finger to hopefully ward the man off without having to converse, however his entire attitude turned on a dime when he sensed the amount of power resonating from the newcomer. It was absolutely incredible. Mind-boggling, even. The sheer aura that radiated from within Cornatto nearly made Jinjer’s knees wobble. His face contorted into an amalgamation of amazement, a tad bit of despair and just a pinch of jealousy. “Y-you-... Gnhhg… I-...”
The beads of sweat atop his brow turned cold. His mouth hung agape, his fingers relaxed from their clenched fist-state and his stance took on more of an upright position than before.
“I’m fine. What the hell are you doing out here? This is my area.” Jinjer spat, trying his best to put on some sort of masculine front in case this guy was all show and no action. Of course the Saiyan in him urged Jinjer to straight up challenge this dude to a fight without even getting to know him first, and that manifested itself physically in the form of subconsciously taking a few steps closer to the older Saiyan. Hell, he didn’t even realize his feet leave the ground before he was hovering right in front of Cornatto a good ten feet away.
However, it had only taken him a mere few seconds to finally register his current position, causing his expression to take on a much more embarrassed and puzzled tone as he grit his teeth and swiveled his head around.
“GCCGKGKCKCCGKCGKCKGCKCKCG. WHAT IN THE FUCKITY ASS-HELL AM I DOING UP HERE?!”
And there he floated… Awkwardly shimmying from side-to-side in an attempt to think up a plan to get himself out of this bizarre and strange predicament. Right in front of this newly discovered beast that could probably rip his head off in an instant, no less.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
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