Family training session #1 [Nasu]

Nasu chuckled when Komatsu said he should show their grandmother more respect. – Oh, but I do! She is our top scientist! I respect her and her knowledge, but she is an excuse of a fighter and I don’t respect her in that regard! She never was a warrior and never rose above low class. Still, she is a Colonel of the Army and I’m not even thinking about taking her rank away. If that’s not respect, brat, then I don’t know what it is… Licking her soles, like you do, maybe? – he teased his little brother. Then, Komatsu told him to stop treating him like a baby and that made the Overseer laugh. – Then stop acting like a quite spoiled one and prove your worth! You will never master it in two days, not even I managed that! But I can make you a decent fighter meanwhile, but, as things stand now, you are not even worthy of sparring with me. I will find you a decent sparring partner for the mean time! – he said, jumping backwards to the edge of the titled floor of the Soy Training Hall.

After that, the hatch above opened and one person started descending down. He was absolutely huge in size, with over 7 feet height and absolutely bulked. That was Miso, their uncle and the General of the Alliance’s Army. His power level was unrestrained and was overwhelming, even greater than Komatsu’s own, and Komatsu knew one thing: Miso was a super saiyan, so he could go even higher than that if he so wanted.

[Power Level: 110,968]

– He will be your opponent, Komatsu! And I will be coaching you into learning the principles of our School. Remember my style during the attack on the Lookout! That’s precisely why I chose such an environment, so I can harvest the best in you! You died a meaningless death back then. Now restore your pride and make us respect you! If you can’t beat Miso at the end of it, you are nothing! – he said with a teasing tone and Miso stared back at Nasu. – So I’m your guinea pig for the new generation?! Heh. I don’t care! My pride evolved, you bunch of maggots! You are the new generation! It’s your obligation to be better than me and then become better than your parents! Otherwise there’s no evolution, and no evolution means that we are doomed! So… - Miso paused briefly, staring back at Komatsu with a cheeky look on his face. – I will be beating you down to the pulp, unless you stand up for yourself! I will go all out on this first spar! But on the next, brat, I will go super saiyan! And I will treat you as an enemy! Fall to your position, Komatsu! I will show what despair looks like! Hehehehe! – Miso warned him and, as he finished speaking, it was Nasu’s turn.

– Komatsu! The first discipline of the Soy School is Mental Discipline! I hope you can keep that in mind, while Miso brings you to a living hell! – he said, chuckling. Nasu waited Komatsu to fall into his battle stance so he could correct it, only then he would authorize the beginning of the fight.

Nasu narrowed his eyes with Komatsu’s comment, the first one referring Miso, and the other claiming he would become better than him once he mastered the Soy School. Although he kept his serious feature, he was clearly annoyed by such statements. – You are a thousand years too early to dream of surpassing me, brat. Don’t take me lightly, Komatsu! This would be your worst mistake. – and his sentence had a threatening tone too. Then, he turned to Miso. – Miso, you are free to start this fight! I will go ahead and coach the brat. – he said, and Miso nodded, chuckling.

Nasu stared back at Komatsu evaluating his stance and saw plenty of flaws in it, which made him snort. – Your posture is awful! Use it and you will certainly die again! – he roared, feeling rather irritated by his brother’s lack of skill. - Your legs are too far apart! And those open fingers, I would break them in no time! Want to learn the Soy Style?! Clench your damn fists! Protect your torso too! Lower your right hand and put it close to your body! Also, turn your body to the side a little bit! Move quickly, brat! Your sorry excuse for a stance is making me want to puke! – and he wasn't the niciest teacher, but that should have always been pretty damn obvious by now.

Nasu was with an angered expression now, irritated with Komatsu. He gritted his teeth and growled again. Miso, on the other hand, kept his smirk in his feature and chuckled a bit more. – Say, maggot. Heh. How about some suffering? – he said and, with those words, he flared his white ki aura, powering up to his very limit as he charged a powerful blue-colored energy sphere in his hand. In the following second, Miso drew his hand backwards and, by now, Komatsu would already be able to recognize that technique: it was the Spirit Cannon, developed by his father. Miso didn’t waste any time and pushed his hand forward. – Vanish, maggot! Spirit Canon!!! – he roared, firing the powerful energy sphere right at Komatsu.

The attack was rather powerful and would hurt if it hit. With this attack, one thing could be noticed: Miso knew about the Soy School. It wasn’t clear just how much he knew it, but at least the basics for sure! This would make this battle even more tricky, and Komatsu would have to think quickly.

The battle had started. Komatsu reacted to Miso’s Spirit Cannon with an Atomic Strike and that made Nasu growl. – Stupid brat! You won’t defeat the Spirit Cannon with that! – he roared to Komatsu, as he watched the fight. And Nasu was right. The attacks clashed and the explosion hit Komatsu. He managed to dissipate most of the Spirit Canon’s energy, but, still, he was pushed back by Miso, and he knew Miso all too well to know he never backed off once he gained the upper hand in a fight. – Don’t retreat, Komatsu! He will kill you if you give him space! For fuck sake, brat! – Nasu roared, being the terribly annoying coach he was.

But Komatsu quickly reacted and with his fist still glowing, he aimed to attack Miso in his gut, but the older saiyan was far more experienced and he was already expecting him to charge, while saving some of his energy right now, and that was his mistake. – Heh. Too slow! – he exclaimed as he quickly spun his body to the side, successfully dodging his attack just barely, letting Komatsu’s fist graze by his black battle-suit, just slightly touching it but causing no damage whatsoever. Then, just as he dodged, he raised his hand with a palm wide opened, pointing it right at Komatsu’s eyes and his smirk widening while his eyes narrowed. – Allow me to put this technique into your head! Spirit Cannon!! – Miso exclaimed, as he fired yet another Spirit Cannon, only this time it was almost at point blank shot and aiming at Komatsu’s face. His goal was quite clear: it would most likely blind him for a brief moment should it hit.

Either way, blinding him or not, it was still a quite dangerous attack at such close proximity and enough to show him that his uncle wasn’t going to go easy on him at all. Miso enjoyed battle and he was a saiyan to the core, meaning he didn’t care about injuring his opponents even if they were family. – You remind me of your dad when we use to spare back in the day! Know how it ended on our last spar as kids? With me breaking his back! Hehehe! – he chuckled in a cocky tone as he attacked his nephew. Nasu didn’t say a word for now, just watching the fight with an annoyed expression on his face, almost like he was sort of disappointed.

Nasu face palmed when he saw Komatsu being hit at point blank. ”Goddammit… Teaching this brat will be a hindrance…” he thought to himself as he snorted in annoyance. Miso, on the other hand, was having a ton load of fun as his nephew was blow away from him, heavily injured by the blast to his face. Blood was dripping down his face, painting the titled floor red with it. – I like the color of your blood, maggot! Heh! – Miso said, teasing his nephew. Then, Komatsu began speaking, bragging he withstood some heavy shit while he was on the Empire, being constantly tortured time and time again, and that made Miso laugh out loud, resting both his hands on his waist. – Want me to cry and offer you a shoulder?! That’s an average life for a real saiyan! You might not know, maggot, but I’ve been through worse shit when I was younger than you, conquering planets! Even your father and mother went through worse as infants, and your stupid brother lived in a hell of planet too, when he thought it was a good idea to try and conquer estate for the Alliance! – he said, with a teasing tone. Then, as the brat began to get up again, he was somehow healing. Nasu narrowed his eyes with that sight. ”What?! The brat can heal? That’s a useful skill… Makes since he developed such a thing but, still, it’s quite impressive he managed to do that!” he thought, touching his chin with his index and thumb.

Following that, Komatsu began to charge a technique that seemed like the Spirit Cannon. Nasu stood there, paying attention to it. ”Yes, he is getting it right!” he thought in surprise, as he was accomplishing it quite fast. Still, he had seen both Natto and even Nasu use that technique more than once, it was only natural he could already replicate it. Miso also noticed what he was up too and laughed out loud opening his arms wide open, offering his chest to Komatsu. – Good! Show me your rage! Show me your determination, maggot! Hit me with your Spirit Cannon as I have hit you before!!! Show me your fury, Komatsu!!! I want to see your mama’s fury in you! Heh! – he demanded, feeling completely addicted to the thrill of a dangerous battle. Miso was a warrior to the core, and a very bloodthirsty one! To put his life on the line was something that pleased him, especially when he wanted his opponent to be strong and fierce, as he wanted Komatsu to be.

Komatsu managed to use the Spirit Cannon perfectly and it hit Miso right on his chest. The 7 feet tall saiyan warrior was pushed backwards, with both his feet dragging against the ground for about fifteen feet. Smoke covered his upper body and, after a few seconds it started vanishing. Miso was chuckling and, as his body was revealed, it was shown that he was indeed damaged. There was a line of blood running down from his mouth, the chest of his battle suit was damaged – although not broken – and his arms, under the shoulder guard were scorched a little bit. – Good! Very good, maggot! Heh! You could sting me! Hehe! – he said, without losing his convinced and arrogant tone. Miso wasn’t scared at all, and seemed to be somehow happy.

Nasu, on the edge of the titled floor nodded. – Good, Komatsu! That’s the basic level of the Spirit Cannon. You managed to learn it. But that’s not enough for this training session! Miso! Use that technique! – he ordered, staring from his brother to his uncle. Miso grunted a bit. – Don’t coach me, brat! Coach the little maggot over there! I was already killing people when your dad was still in my dad’s balls! – it was the first time his smirk had disappeared. Although Miso respected Nasu’s new position, it was clear he was still prideful and it bothered him to have his nephew above him as both warrior and ruler. Nasu growled a bit, irritated by Miso’s comment. – Respect your Overseer, General! – he ordered in an angered tone. In response, Miso snorted, rolling his eyes. – Alright, Lord Overseer! Alright! – he said, with a bitter tone and then finally stared back at Komatsu. – So, Maggot… - he said to Komatsu. – Let’s continue our little dance! Heh! – and he cracked a smirk again, before flaring his light-blue aura and dashing forward again.

– That’s the Flash Spirit, Komatsu! Be cautious or its gonna hurt! – Nasu warned him, but gave no further details. As Miso approached, he used his waist to put all of his strength into spinning his body a little and strike Komatsu with a powerful elbow to the face. After that, should it hit or not, Miso would immediately spin his body again, throwing an inverse roundhouse kick right at Komatsu’s jaw, aiming to send him flying away. – Taste that, bug!!! Flash Spirit!! – he roared as he delivered the attack, chuckling lightly as he did so.

Although Komatsu tried to dodge the attack, Miso was far bigger and that made things extremely harder. The result? Well… Komatsu was hit in the ribs and some of them were broken. Nasu sighed in irritation when he saw that scene; there was just so much one person could do after breaking ribs during a fight, and he knew this spar was close to the end. ”If he doesn’t react soon, he won’t be able to master the initial level of the Soy School… That will be annoying! Come on, stupid shit brat! Do something!!” he thought to himself, as he started hammering his fingers on his arm and stomping his feet on the floor, growing impatient.

Miso was having tons of fun, and he enjoyed breaking Komatsu’s ribs; he loved the sound and the feeling it gave and that made him chuckle again, overjoyed with pleasure, filling his blood rushing with adrenaline like crazy. It had been a while since the last time he had this much fun in a fight, and he would savor every bit of it. Komatsu was sent sailing thought the air to the edge of the Training Hall, and his foot even touched the holographic wall, simulating the skies beyond the Timeless Lookout. Then, harvesting his remaining strength, he launched himself at Miso one more time, trying to attack him with melee. Nasu growled in anger. – Stupid! He will crush you!!! His skill is far more refined than yours! You are in a bad shape!!! – he exclaimed, showing some sort of concern for Komatsu. Miso, on the other hand, just chuckled and, as Komatsu’s elbow approached his face, he just moved his hand almost effortlessly and blocked the elbow, holding it with his powerful grip.

– Stupid move! But bold! I like that kid! You are brave! Yet, unrefined and unpolished! But you will grow! Your ferocity is not from Natto, but from Tomoroko! Use it to your advantage! Keep on coming, brat!!! Hit me with your Flash Spirit soon, or I will end up killing you! – he said, as his hand glowed with a fiery like blue-colored energy. Miso kept Komatsu on his tight grip with his right hand, while his left hand charged an attack. Then, he threw an energy punch right at Komatsu’s already broken ribs. – Taste the Tyrant Lancer!! – he exclaimed, as he attacked.

If Komatsu dodged it or not, the energy punch would be followed by the opening of his palm and a powerful energy wave that would be fired from it, completing the attack, that was also a technique Nasu and their father had, one of his signature techniques. Miso definitely didn’t take it easy, he was a true beast and seemed to be completely deprived or mercy and, worst of all, he rather enjoyed crushing the young saiyan.

However, he panted a bit after this final attack, showing he was tired of constantly attacking Komatsu. That was probably the perfect and only opportunity he would have to use the Flash Spirit.