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It is high noon in East City, and turning attention to a peculiar building located in a more rural area of the city. This building once known as the Hosokowa School of Martial Arts History, and one of the many prominent fighting schools in East City some years ago. Just outside this school we find a middle aged man going by the name of Juunto Hosokowa, owner and founder of this establishment. Not far approximately a mile away we also find Suusao Yukimura, the half-blood demon Saiyan and revered to by most in Satan City as the "Troublesome Demi-God". It was the farthest thought in his mind, but Juunto was actually being followed by Suusao. The boy had been pestering the man to train him in basic martial arts for nearly three weeks, and he'd been relentless on trying to convince him. Outside the building Juunto is inspecting the surroundings of the building: checking windows to ensure now one had managed to get inside, and inspecting the locks on the doors in case they'd been tampered with. If it wasn't for his friend Kinko, also Juunto's daughter, informing him the man had left out earlier this day then he'd never know to track him.
Juunto had entered the building with hopes of making sure everything was in place, and he'd make sure to take a few things from the dojo back to his home before leaving. The boy was not very far behind, as he flew over the building he dived for a large bush made of smaller bushes. He'd landed in a perfect spot on the side of the building, just beneath a window that had Juunto in plain site. He'd poke his head out of the bushes, with twigs and the like tangled within his hair as he peered over the window sill. The middle-age man seemed to be reminiscing about lost memories as he held onto a midnight blue colored gi, and Suusao recalled information presented to him from Kinko about her father's strong connection to the school. A branch within the bushes snapped, causing Suutei to retreat within the bush and Juunto to snap his eyes in the direction of the sound. Suusao thought to himself about the scene he'd just witnessed, and felt a bit down for once in his life about another's misfortune. "Juunto-sama must have been the real deal..."
Poking his head back out of the bushes, he'd made eye contact with Juunto who'd been standing at the window watching him the entire time. This alarmed the boy so much that it caused him to yelp, much similar to that of a puppy when in the company of strangers. Scratching the back of his head nervously at the sight of the scowl on Juunto's face as he pleaded his case, "Ah Juunto-sama, gomenosai I was just in the area and I noticed that you-" Cut off mid sentence he'd been instructed to come inside the dojo, and without another word he'd hopped through the window. Juunto's gaze had a less violent hue to it ,and a more subtle trusting look in them for once. This had been the first time Suusao had ever seen such an expression from his friend's father. The next thing the boy knew Juunto had surprised Suusao by transforming right before his eyes. At first the light was blinding, and the boy was not sure as what to expect until he'd laid eyes on an amazing sight. For the first time in his entire life he'd felt envy towards another person, but this also proved his suspicion that Juunto indeed was a full blooded Saiyan. The first he'd ever met on Earth, but to top things off this man was not only a Saiyan. He'd ascended the limits passed an ordinary saiyan, and reached the peak that was once a myth long ago.
Suusao bowed in respect to Juunto and the boy immediately knew why the man showed him such a spectacle, and it would be right now when his training would begin.
It was high noon in the city which in retrospect was probably not the right time for one fluffy fox zoanthorpe to be walking around. But it was either go out now or go out tomorrow and once again try to wake up much earlier and Carmel knew herself enough that she figured that she should probably deal with the heat. That didn’t stop it from being quite horrible though, enough that she ended up borrowing a parasol to at least fend off the direct sun exposure. She wouldn’t even be bothering with this at all except that, well she was supposed to be doing something about learning martial arts styles? And how to do the whole school thing.
She covered up another yawn as she walked onwards, relying on the constant movement to help wake her up as she made her way to that old dojo she had heard some of the locals talking about. Sure she didn’t know exactly where it was but she did have a ki sense to help her out there and that along with the general block to look on should be enough.
More than enough in fact given the sudden and massive flare up of ki that had her jumping a bit in shock – that spark was so bright that it nearly blinded her! Ooh, there was most definitely something to the talk if someone there was so very good at things. She took off at that point, the rich ki serving much better than any shot of coffee – and without the terrible taste too! And she meant literally taking off, flying up and over to the building with the golden glow coming from the windows. Well wasn’t that quite the beacon?
Carmel landed outside of the dojo’s doors, it seemed a bit locked up and old for an active school but hey, she could feel the results just fine and she could empathise with someone who had better things to do than deal with constant maintenance. She didn’t touch the door, but loud knocking rang out all the same with a bit of an invisible push.
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Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on Jan 21, 2017 8:59:45 GMT -5
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Jie Shan Lan Dian was eastward-bound. While the young Super Saiyan now made his home in the north, he oft found himself wandering the rest of the planet. The blue marble was a great deal more diverse than his homeworld, Planet Natto, and the halfblood had always been a wanderer at heart, from the early days of his childhood that he'd spent with his sword-for-hire mother. From those early days, a love for travel had been instilled in him, and ever since he'd made it to Earth, the Saiyan had been very happy to find that Earth had such pleasant locales to explore and gaze out upon.
Though, today, Jie Shan was not moving without purpose. No, he was moving towards East City with a goal in mind: to take a look at some of Earth's older martial arts traditions. Ever since he'd set out to formalize and record his own fighting arts, there'd been a burning curiosity in the back of Jie Shan's mind, worming around and twisting in the gray matter. The Saiyan wanted to know more about these traditional arts, as his knowledge on the more codified styles was sorely lacking, his training in the Soy School be damned. Perhaps the man was looking for inspiration, or it was the simple, instinctual pull of curiosity and fascination.
So, the Super Saiyan beat feet towards the East. He'd heard rumors of martial arts tradition there, and now he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Grey hair whipping through the wind as he flew, the same wind that tore at his simple red and blue garb, Jie Shan squinted at the landscape below. He stopped and hovered in the air a moment, eyes forward. Straight ahead was East City proper. This, he thought, was a good a place as any to get a sense for the surrounding. His eyes slowly closed, smoothly shutting like a well oiled shutter on a storefront, peach lids closing over dark, Saiyan orbs. But as he did that, his mind came alive: the synapses in his brain fired, casting a net into the ocean that was his surroundings, looking for any sign of powerful, latent ki. The Earthlings were a measure weaker than most races, so any particularly large signatures would jump out at him.
And so it did. His mind lit up like a switchboard as signatures bounced against it, and already his body was turning in air towards the source of the energy. He burst through the air like a shell, and it was not long before he'd reached his destination. He floated downwards, gently touching down on the ground in front of an old building. Nodding to himself, this had to be it. It was definitely where he felt the energy signatures coming from, and even if it was not quite what he was looking for, now the energies had his attention. Still, it was not the most... impressive place. "Well," he muttered to himself, "I guess it has that rustic charm."
It seemed he was not the only new arrival, and a small being was also at the front door. Blade bouncing against his back, Jie Shan came up behind the newcomer and waited for the door to swing open. "So," said Jie Shan to the person in front of him, "You swing by for a visit, too?"
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Lately he had been pushing himself quite hard. It wasn’t impossible to notice no, it was something he would rather plainly see happening. All this worry of Jarvis possibly coming to earth. It didn’t help that his friends were missing as well. Gouken, Ayami, Galen. All of them seemingly have just disappeared. More and more he was beginning to realize how alone he was becoming. His sister was gone, his family was gone, and a majority of his blood family was simply missing. His sister kidnapped even. The loss of his sister was his own fault though and he couldn’t let that pass. If only he had been there maybe he could have stopped it. If only he could see her again one last time. All of it was taking their tolls and now it was easily messing with him as well. He needed all of them and they were all gone almost. His family was simply falling apart. He was left with an impossible task by King Kai, what was he going to do?
That was why he was here today. He wasn’t a part of the knights any longer and now? The earth needed its fighters back, the universe needed its fighters. It was time the Z Fighters were put back into action. He just needed to find everyone who could help. Everyone who had the heart and strength. He came here to this dojo scouting for the powers he could sense. One in particular was rather high. That was why he didn’t hide his power or his outfit. His identity was starting to get around after his show of defense over the Saiyan Alliance outpost. That was where he had unlocked a new level of strength rumors have been calling, the enraged warrior. So many people had messed with his life and he had been tired of it. Jarvis’s minions had pushed him too far, all of it had. That strength though still scared him quite a bit. Not simply just the strength but of what he had managed to do with it. The worst of it all had been..that hadn’t even been all of his strength.
Stepping through the doorway, Chris spotted a long haired individual brandishing a blade, That was the one, the one with a remarkably high power. There was another he could feel, an earthling with a power of six hundred and yet there felt as if they could truly reach for more, an unladen potential perhaps? All of them here were so strong, that he was sure of and yet. What could they all do possibly with some professional training? Chris was wearing a orange and blue gi, it had belonged to a close friend of his. One that had went missing. Still every now and then he kept going back to where they lived to help take care of their pet. It still felt empty though without him. “So I felt some strong fighters were gonna be here. I guess I was right. My name’s Chris. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Chris would say with a smirk on his face. It felt good to be surrounded by others again. Still he wondered, which one of them had the most heart?
As Chris began to walk towards the long haired man with a sword on his back. Chris felt the need to speak with them. After all they were around his own level somewhat. Their ki felt a bit like Flare and Ayami’s while also a bit like his cousins. Was it possible this man was a saiyan as well? “Hey I see you got a blade? I’m a bit of a swordsman myself. What is your’s made of?” Chris would ask as he would gaze towards him. He was mainly trying to start some small talk around here. It was simply just a friendly thing to do after all. He did notice another super saiyan as well, a rather older man of sorts. That was an interesting site to see. “I see you can do that too huh? I can do the same.” Chris would say with another smirk as he would let loose his power as he embraced the light. Imbuing his willpower to keep the magical clothing from forming so he could stay in the gi. His hair now without the hood spiked up to hold the figure. The power of an angelian combined with that of a saiyan could indeed be a difficult one to control. Luckily he was simply one with months of practice.
"Did you hear? The dojo on the other side of town is looking for people to challenge it's top student?" "Oh yeah? Think I could go a few rounds with them?" "No way, he's outta your league! They say he's a Demi-god!"
Seigi's head perked up from his meal, the teenage fighter's interest instantly piqued from the overheard conversation. A school looking for challengers? That was right up his ally. His training had been especially dull lately and he had been itching for some way to spice things up a bit and push himself to his limits. Of course, training had it's usual purposes and upsides, but there was something about fighting another person that always got Seigi's heart beating faster, got his adrenaline pumping and made him want to push himself even further. Slurping up the rest of his ramen, he stacked the bowl on top of the other two, then quickly rose to his feet and walked over to the two kids talking about the challenge, making his way across the patio that resides on top of the restaurant. Ichinin Ramen was Seigi's go to place for lunch, mainly because he could just fly to the top of the building and walk down into it from the large patio on top
"Hey, what's this about a dojo?" Seigi asked, smiling at the end to show them he was friendly. The two were stunned for a moment by the stranger who had so rudely eavesdropped on their conversation but simply shrugged it off, giving in to Seigi's demands.
"There's this dojo called Hosokowa School of Martial Arts History over on the other side of town. They're holding open challenges to fight their top student! Someone named Susa? Susan? Suusao?" the younger kid spoke, his finger poking at his chin while he tried to recall the name of the student there, but Seigi heard all he needed. Quickly waving and shouting a quick "Thanks!" He jumped into the air, quickly flying away from them, leaving both the kid's eyes wide open in surprise, Seigi disappearing into the sky... only to come right back. "Almost forgot to pay!" He said, grinning to the kids once more, then jumping up and flying towards the dojo on the other side of town.
The flight over there was quick and boring, Seigi touching down just outside the front gates, looking over the dojo. Letting out a whistle, he put his hands on his hips, observing the building in all it's.... old glory.
"Wow, this place is a... well, it's a dojo." He muttered to himself. The place was old and from the outside, didn't seem too impressive, but nonetheless it was the right location, but it seemed as if two others had beat him here to it. He let out a sigh, walking over the two others, giving a quick wave. "Heya. You guys here for the challenge too? I heard that their student is super tough. I can't wait to give a crack at him." Seigi said, grinning at the end of his sentence again as he stretched his shoulder.
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The grand city was still so spectacular to just watch. Observe the bustle and hustle of cars, people, and the skyscape had continued to enthrall Griselda as she walked the streets. Her original intention on being here was to just see how much Earth was like her old one. She came a long way and hadn’t seen her homeland in well over four years… in another time? That part was still up for debate as she clearly didn’t know when on Earth she was. It definitely didn’t look like the demon king had even touched this land at any time. This city itself, it had trumped in several times over that of what she knew of East City at this point. Eventually, Excalibur would see to it that she got back on track before she looked any more out of place.
[“Ahem.”] The sword tried getting her attention with a mental clearing of its throat as the young woman was seen browsing a supermarket’s window which had a large variety of candies and chocolates. At first she didn’t care to notice the sword’s attempt to grab her attention. Again it repeated itself only for the girl to reel back and physically look annoyed as she returned itself an annoyed message.
[“What is it?”] Part of her annoyance was being unable to even get any of the goodies inside. She was currently penniless with nothing more than her clothes and this obnoxiously savant sword. [“Sorry, it’s just that this is so much! Surely there has to be a kind man about to give me money for even something plain as noodles.”] The sword sighed mentally and tried physical suggestion to start making her move away from the windows.
[“You get none of it unless you find work. You’re a homeless girl in a skimpy dress and no money, I’d rather you not take a shallow course of action.”] The dark suggestion was made more clear by the way the sword put it together, however one might be able to convey that in thought. This prompted the young woman to just snarl audibly t herself and leave the window scene altogether. Stealing and coaxing aside then, it would seem.
["Fine, you win. But there's nothing for me to do, I wouldn't think."] Griselda already knew how unlikely the possibility of her doing actual work was and figured it was just to scare her. She had no actual education beyond a tutor when she was just about ten. She didn't have much skill beyond fighting. She might as well move on however as she really didn’t have much else reason for being in the big city. That was when a thought came about…
[“Hey, do you think I could find whatever happened to my old home? You know, the mansion?”] Excalibur knew not of her older home aside from that which the original wielder of the sword provided. [“Maybe there’s something there I can take advantage of.”] Advantage of? The sword just gave another desperate sigh at the misguided youth and just continued on the ride with not much else left to say about it. When it came down to it Griselda was going to do what she wanted to do and if that’s chasing ghosts then what does a sword have to say against it? Even if it is against its better judgement to just let her wander about there wasn’t much arguing with the grey knight.
On their way out of the city and into the suburbs on foot the young woman felt several rather large powers coalesce nearby. Griselda’s first reaction was to hide her power among those of the vanilla, shrinking down to a measly schoolgirl level of power. There was a good possibility at this point that some had already felt the slightly above average power she had possessed but it was just instinct to hide herself away as she was told years ago to do. Make herself small so she wasn’t a target. But…. this was Earth, she shouldn’t have to be to timid. Excalibur could sense this radiating anxiety and tried walking her through it once again. Like time and time again.
[“Griselda. I sense nothing purely evil in these people. Must you raise suspicion with your feelings? Go on, make some friends. It just might solve this problem of yours.”] The young woman sighed and just decided to go towards the powers then. Perhaps one of these stronger people could help her along in this alien yet homely place she was at. There was plenty more walking to do around these homes and stores, and certainly she was expecting a few other specific places in the suburbs. Maybe she was just expecting the powers to be around a house or something, but it made sense that they started up around a dojo. A dojo that looked like it could have been around during her own times. By the looks of it a few unfamiliar faces were at its doorsteps. Conversing. Alongside their power they didn’t actually look like the average pedestrians on the street either. This one man with flowing silver hair and a lithe form particularly caught her attention as she looked on from across the street. Something about the way he held himself with the sword on his back… Was she to make herself known yet? Well, she continued to walk forward like she was just walking on by for now. Having now slowed down a bit as she approached closer to kinda get a scoop in on whatever it was they were doing. All while trying to not look intrusive. As well as an young woman in a black garb and sword on her back could just walking on the sidewalks.
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Juunto's power level skyrocketed and at first Suusao thought it highly unlikely that anyone would lock onto the man's ki. It hardly had been three minutes since the man displayed his transformation, and the ocean blue haired boy could sense four power levels varying in size. Regardless of the number of ki signatures one thing for sure, and two things for certain whomever was behind those doors meant business. Juunto had already reverted to his normal self, as he approached the entrance of the old dojo. Suusao was starting to feel more pumped and energetic like child in a toy store. The closer Juunto moved towards the entrance the more anxious Suusao'd became, and the boy's eyes fixated on the door waiting for his opponents. Beginning his stretching he'd started jumping for joy as the doors were pushed open by Juunto who stepped to the side. The light from outside blinded Suusao but not entirely as his gaze fell upon the entrance. Within the the doorway was four silhouettes of different shapes and sizes, as his eyes adjusted he'd started to make out their many different features starting with the fox like girl.
The first figure to come into focus was curvaceous, and...furry? Suusao knew of the many capable Earthlings, but most of the one he'd encountered were actual humans. This would be the actual first time he'd have a physical encounter with a member of the Zoanthrope species. The fox Zoanthrope was obviously female, and Suusao found himself naturally attracted as he put on a light blush. She was a bit on the short side with fur that seemed to shimmer and shine it the sun, and resembled to him like a soft plush fox doll. Similar to the plush dolls that Kinko had in her room. Though he could hardly tell the difference in their power level, and wasn't sure if she was here out of curiosity or for a fight.
The second person his brain registered was fairly nimble, but the sight of the male intimidated him as his power was something he’d never witnessed before. Of the four different figures this male wasn't the most powerful, and that made Suusao feel even more uneasy. It was easy to defer that the four of them could have been associated with one another, but the large margins in their power levels made that hard to decipher.
Following the first two was another male with long black hair more wild, and it was obvious he was the most powerful. His eyes were white and it was almost scary to see the small black pupils, but was more intimidating than the other male. With a power level that nearly towered over the silver haired male, but at the same time it was not that large of a difference. He had a very serious look on his face like he meant business, and he was sure that was in fact it. Though at the same time he assumed that the gathering of many different ki signatures was also baffling to anyone.
The final person that Suusao’s piercing blue eyes would fall upon was yet again another male. This one not as threatening as the previous two, and he could gauge his strength just slightly above that of the female Zoanthrope. This male was standing with a more lax stature, and that was when Suusao made the observation he’d had quite a height difference over most of the people who’d appeared. Something about the boy got Suusao intrigued perhaps it was because of how his power was so much greater than his own. It was hard to take in that his power was nothing compared to most of those who’d appeared, and his frustration shown in his face.
Juunto welcome the four into his dojo as he peered outside, and also beckoned the female dressed in black walking to join them as well. Suusao hadn’t noticed her due to her power being much smaller than even his own, and he didn’t take her for much of a threat nor a challenged. Suusao approached the group of people that had appeared before the dojo, and introduced himself as Juunto’s student while that may have been a slight fable. When he’d turned his back he’d noticed the male with the long black hair addressed Juunto. His power spiked over ten times more than it was previously, and the middle aged man looked to be shocked. Suusao pointed to the boy closest in size to him with the white hair, seemingly taunting the boy by attempting to charge his power to max. ”Hey Snow white, step over here and show me what you are made of. Don’t hold back on me though alright”
With the kind of power she was feeling out here, Carmel more or less had her senses opened up so the utterly massive bonfire of power that was approaching the dojo didn’t catch her by surprise beyond what the hell, how did someone get so insanely powerful?! This was clearly someone who dedicated themselves to all of that messy physical training.
She turned to look up at the person, grey hair, a sword and a tail? Monkey tail so she was dealing with a Saiyan most likely here. At least the person seemed friendly enough and someone this strong was bound to be a good source of information. “Greetings!” Carmel gave her standard introduction. “Why yes, I have some questions that strong fighters and those who train in martial arts would most be able to answer. It seems that I chose a very good day to visit given the people showing up as well!”
Indeed she did because she could feel even more people approaching! Like this other person who felt quite strong as well, although not as strong as the grey haired saiyan. Chris huh? “Nice to meet you too! I’m Carmel!” Such a good day this was shaping up to be! The third one, a white haired guy felt a bit weaker than her actually, something that was a bit of a novel experience; she had yet to meet someone who seriously trained who was actually weaker than her and it had her wondering if her meditations were more effective than she thought. Curious……
“A challenge? I haven’t heard of that, I just came for questions.” Ugh, hopefully she wouldn’t have to actually fight to get them, it was hot enough without her having to move around and get all sweaty. At least this was her more durable kimono. “By the way, does anyone know why that girl over there is spying on us?” Carmel was almost thinking that she wanted to hide but…well she wasn’t doing a good job of not drawing attention and Carmel could feel that she had some ki in her.
By this point, the doors had finally opened which drew her attention back to the original power that drew her here in the first place. She walked in with the others, talking to the owner but loud enough for everyone to hear so that she wouldn’t have to repeat herself. “Greetings glowing person! I’m Carmel wandering – huh how would you put it, self taught student? That works, anyway I’m going around trying to get some perspective from other fighters about what drives them onwards? Why do you fight? Oh and how did you go about deciding to a martial arts teacher?”
She might have come up with more but then Chris’s power suddenly spiked beyond anything she’d ever felt and he took on a bright white glow. “Wow, maybe I should be looking for answer more from you Chris!” That kind of bright unrelenting fire in his ki was the sensing equivalent of staring into the sun for her and she had to dim her senses with a wince from the flare.
In all of this, the other person who was in the dojo barely registered until he went trying to pick a fight with the white haired one. Well their power levels felt pretty close, and it meant that she wasn't getting dragged into a fight so this worked for her just fine.
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Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on Jan 21, 2017 22:02:22 GMT -5
As the little woman in front of him gave her spiel, Jie Shan raised a single eyebrow in interest. So, she was after answers? The hybrid could respect that. They were all after answers. "Well," began Jie Shan, "I hope you find the info you're looking for. I think you'll certainly find some strong fighters here by the feel of it." And he felt it indeed. As the words came out, more people were closing in, and at least one of their ki signatures was through the roof, and it most definitely was more than the signature he had sensed within.
Well, thought Jie Shan, this was unexpected. It seemed as if Jie Shan was only part of some kind of fighter conga line, a series of more individuals arriving after him after he'd come onto to the scene. Briefly, Jie Shan rolled his eyes as it occured to him that Earth seemed to be some kind of clown car, with more and more people popping out of the woodwork at a moment's notice and seemingly from nowhere. Not that he was complaining, of course. The halfling Elemi enjoyed the constant introduction of new individuals to the mix; it kept Jie Shan on his toes.
Jie Shan spun around to face the first newcomer, who was already in the process of introducing himself. His hair flew about him like a spinning silver curtain as he turned, whipping around and falling back into place on his back. Jie Shan's dark eyes immediately shot to the man's face, but his eyes also caught a glimpse of the garish orange and blue gi of the newcomer. 'Chris', thought Jie Shan as he took note of the name, did it ring a bell?
Not at all, determined Jie Shan. But the power was certainly something to take note of. Jie Shan offered a small bow in greeting. "Jie Shan Lan Dian," shot back the hybrid, "That's what I go by. Pleasure indeed, friend."
The man inquired into the nature and make of his blade. Jie Shan's eyes lit up, as dark as they were. A fellow blademaster? Wonderful! Jie Shan oft felt lonesome in his journey down the road that was lined with blades; it seemed few of his Saiyan ilk were as fond of arms as he. "Space-grade steel," answered Jie Shan, "Not the strongest stuff in the universe, I'll admit, but I'm fond of it. It gets the job done and it's easy to maintain."
The hybrid was ready to pursue the topic further, but it seemed that they were moving on. And in quite the spectacular fashion as well: the newcomer summoned forth his own Super Saiyan form. Jie Shan's silvery eyebrows shot up in pure surprise. Not quite what he had expected when he'd hit the road this morning, but Jie Shan was more than used to surprises. Hell, he liked them.
Jie Shan offered polite, dry applause. "I see," muttered Jie Shan, "I was not aware today was the day of the Super Saiyan beauty pageant. I'd have worn something nicer."
There were plenty of new arrivals now, but Jie Shan's thoughts were trained on the higher power levels. Something in his mixed blood stirred, that more primal part of his mind tightening around the dull buzz of their energy. If they were are all doing it...
Jie Shan's jaw tightened for a sharp moment as his ki soared as he willed forth that golden power. Focusing his energy, sparks of electricity ran over his body, the Elemi blood in his veins jumping like live wires as the Saiyan blood that it was so closely intertwined with burned with power. A golden glow overcame him as silver hair ran gold, and dark eyes turned to bright teal. "Ah!" He roared as the transformation was complete.
"Figured I'd join the Super Saiyan party," grunted Jie Shan, the ghost of a grin on his face. The now super-charged Saiyan-Elemi hybrid looked about him. It seemed quite the crowd had formed around them now, including many fighters of a much lower caliber. The man smiled wide and rubbed the back of his head, the latent-charged hair sizzling against his own touch. "I guess we all swang by for the same reasons, huh?"
Jie Shan is using Super Saiyan Full Power. New PL is 3,415,360/3,201,900.
Chris was feeling his blood rush slightly from the feelling of so many fighters around. In truth it was all simply way too exciting, it was honestly phenomenal how many there were. If this truly was all of their strengths maybe it wasn’t going to be nearly as hard as he originally had thought it was going to have been to find a replacement for the Z Fighters. This was utterly fantastic, frankly he didn’t know how exactly he was supposed to feel, but it was enough that he knew. He knew that feeling in his blood at so many strong power. He didn’t have to fully be a saiyan to recognize it. Even if there was only a quarter of it left in him. He recognized such warrior blood with its ferocity anywhere. He almost had forgotten what a rush it could be. The best part was he hadn’t even used his full power yet, heck he had never tried it with his own new power up. Maybe that was something he could just save for later now though. He didn’t want to destroy this place by accident, that would be simply rather embarrassing.
As Chris noticed the smaller kid seemingly frustrated started trying to pick a fight from the grey haired one. The way he did it though, it almost reminded him of the times him and Galen used to spar against each other when they were younger. Only maybe a bit less formally and a bit nicer to each other. It had been such an experience though, and heck Galen was the one who had inspired him to train in blades. If it hadn’t been for him he doubted he would have had any real drive to learn to use a blade. He probably never would have even taken the offer to learn how to wield one form Atsuko. So strange how small event led up to so many memories, so many losses. Pain and suffering were things he went through almost seemingly on a daily basis when he had first started his training. Only to worsen with each time as each day came closer and closer to losing someone he truly cared for, someone who either guided him, or was there simply as a friend in need. Now he was alone with a heavy burden he never thought to recieve, never even wanted. This wasn’t even the life he wanted fully. He never had been a fighter at heart, he always wanted to have wrote his own stories and with them tell of his own journeys. Yet fate kept finding ways to place him right back into it, right back into the mist when someone needed his help.
As Chris turned back towards jie he chose to comment on all that had happened. “You have no idea how good it feels to finally see another Super Saiyan again. Especially after having seen what happened at the outpost recently. I won’t lie that, that had an effect on me having seen it. Though I suppose it doesn’t help that almost..nothing I shouldn’t talk about it. Now isn’t the time for that.” Chris would say with a shake of his head at the end of that. The matters of Jarvis was his to keep, his alone if he had to. Not until he could find someone who could help him with them. Someone he could actually trust not to betray him. “I have my own experience with steel swords..let's just say..a fire accident.” Chris would say as in his own memory flashed back to the moment of his first time dying to Jarvis. Of dropping his blade and flying back when he had came back only to find a melted pile. So many losses had been made in that battle.. “Ever since then I’ve switched to using my own ki to make a physical blade. It took some practice but eventually I managed to get it done.” Chris would say as that smile returned back to his face.
“Some of us though, are here for more than one reason.” Chris would say with a smile after having laughed at Jie’s comment about the super saiyan pageant. “Carmel is it? Well what drives me forward in fighting? There really are multiple things for that, though I suppose the best answer would be. Well quite a few of them. I suppose one thing is helping to keep the earth safe, though I wish I could do more for the galaxy as well. The many things that drive though are my friends, in more than one way. I’ve..recently lost quite a few of them and now someone is threatening to destroy everything I love to get to me. I worry if I stop training then one day, when he does come. I won’t be ready and everything I’ve fought for would be gone. There also this really big task that I have to do, I guess I have so much driving me forwards, I guess I’ve not had a chance really to just..not train recently...just let me say this..if you ever see a very large blue haired man? Run and call my name immediately. Do not try to fight them, just run. “ Chris would say as the frown returned again. Something about what he had said..it bothered him quite a bit. “Hey Jie, you feel around close my own level, do you mind sparing with me? I haven’t had someone to fight around my own level in a long long time.” Chris would extend the offer as he held out his own hand towards him upon getting up. As he turned towards the man who owned the dojo he did have to ask something. “I have a question? How much can this building put up against? I'm going to be putting out a lot of power, and no doubt Jie is as well. I think I would prefer not destroying the building by accident heh.”
It seemed as if everyone around Seigi had erupted into some sort of power form that he wasn’t familiar with, the boy overhearing them call it something called a “Super Saiyan”, which not only caused him a bit of frustration due to his own ignorance of his own father’s blood, but also excitement as he figured this would be a good time to get some answers about his own heritage. He didn’t know much about Saiyans other than that they were powerful and only grew stronger the closer to death they approached. However, before he could ask any questions, the other boy around his age, the student he had come here to fight, asked him if he’d like to fight. Seigi’s wide eyes turned to a wide grin at the chance to test his metal against this dojo’s prized student. Nodding, Seigi approached him, smiling like an idiot.
“You got it!” He yelled, making his way to the opposite side of the dojo and taking up a pose. Shifting his leg behind him and raising his hands, he exhaled, then issued a warning to his opponent.
“Just giving you a heads up, I’m not going to hold back so neither should you.” He spoke. It was then that Seigi began his attack.
Rushing forward, Seigi aimed to kick the side of Suusao’s head, aiming to send him reeling through the wall.
As valiant an effort as it was the furried female of the bunch seem to catch on rather quickly to her eavesdropping. The grey knight held steadfast to not show her realization for what it was. Acting surprised or the like was mistake number one in attempting to seem incognito. So she kept walking a bit ways like nothing had happened. It became ever harder to ignore the fact two of these people felt absurdly strong. No where close to that beacon of power Griselda felt when she first arrived, no, but it had a similar feeling about it. Were it not for this she probably would have found herself fleeing the awkwardness. So, she snuck a peek, and found the two stronger beings being… blonde? Jie, the silver haired one as she later knew his name by, had just yelled and electrified his hair like he stuck it to a gel balloon. What a show, his hair was silver just a moment ago. Was being blonde what gave them power? This caused her to freeze up.
[“What in the world, since when does being blonde make you tough? ‘Super Saiyan’? I already knew we weren’t exactly back to the same Earth but every other person I meet is dangerously strong.”] Griselda was one of the select few who have probably never heard of a super saiyan in her life. No myths, legends, nada. It was an actual surprise. She didn’t learn of anything saiyan in the slightest aside from her acquaintance with a select few. What she knew of them was turning into giant ape monkeys. She had known a few with such minor transformations that helped here and there. Transformations of this caliber were unheard of in her own Earth though. Quick, to distract herself before she panicked. [“Atsuko wasn’t this strong and she was blonde. Don’t you think that’s not fair?”] The sword on her back sighed again at the rather coy approach to this. The young woman was mostly trying to keep herself from thinking the inevitable selfish thought. What would it have been like if someone like Atsuko or the few other strong Saiyans had this? Oh, how ignorant of how one obtained this sort of ability she was.
[“Don’t just stand there Griselda.”] The sword beckoned her to move forward. To ask exactly what went on, and if she could even get some help. Deep down all she really wanted was to get out of there though. There was no telling what these people would really do, right? To bad she was sticking out more and more as time went by. It didn’t help that the supposed host, the one with the red headband, beckoned her over. Like, what kind of person just invites a passing stranger? Griselda finally turned full to the group from the sidewalks she was on and just stared at them for a moment with stoic eyes. For what it was worth she really hid that bit of embarrassment well.
[“And don’t just stare. That’s quite rude. Chin up, relax your posture and also keep upright.”] Griselda did appear before them a bit annoyed visibly before she stepped forward to the group and followed to the edge of the dojo’s entrance.
[“Can you not sometimes? It’s worse than being Schizophrenic at times with you.”] She’d give the sword a sort of warning before she went on to introduce herself. Excalibur itself seemed rather taken back by the notion a sword such as itself was seen as some mental defect.
Right, first an introduction; Or, wait, maybe an apology first for being a creep? Eh. Griselda fidgets a bit, playing with her gloves and frilled skirt, and waited for the rest of them to do whatever it was they wanted before she went on to face the two stronger individuals; Blondie one and two. She wasn't quite sure why at the time but for some reason just looking towards the two of them made her anxious. This wasn't going to bode well with her talking to them too.
“You’ll all have to excuse the snooping. It’s Griselda, I was just curious was all. A couple of staggering, powerful boys side by side. It peaks a girl’s interest.” It wasn’t even fully out of her mouth before she was mentally slapping herself. That wasn’t quite the message she wanted coming out! With the freudian slip being played now she tried covering her tracks by talking some more, blinking at the blondie with the fullest set of hair. “You know what I mean?” Smack smack smack!!! No! Now it’s worse than when it started off! Just, stop talking for a moment and act like that didn’t just happen. The ‘kinder spirit’ of the sword was busy laughing mentally at the youth’s failed attempt at conveying a simple greeting without coming across as some perv. All the talk of sparring at least consumed their attention, perhaps they’d pay it no mind anyways.
“Oh, sparring? I…. is it normal for people now to ask for spars from strangers?” Now she was just sounding rude. Over half these people were saiyans, sure. But saiyans from what she knew asked for fights. Not spars. That’s a thing Atsuko would have asked for. She was far from an ordinary saiyan by several margins. Griselda seemed fine now with having come in, she was learning more by the second. “And can I ask, if that’s fine, why the both of you have blonde spiky hair. Especially you, Jie was it? A moment before I remember that silky silver hair out front. Then there was yelling and boom. You, like, gel spiked and dyed your hair with your mind. It was very fascinating to watch, actually.”
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I don't look to be a hero, because heroes die pointless deaths.
Directing his comments to Chris the man replaced his Sagesa, and beckoned for the two ascended saiyans to follow him into another room within the Dojo. It was expected that anyone would be allowed to follow them, and to Juunto it seemed that the Fox was more interested in observing. He would ascend the stairs towards the back of the dojo, but kept an eye on Suusao to be sure he didn't get reckless. Above was a more well maintained training room that was much more durable than below, and was surrounded by many mirrors he bowed to the two allowing them to commence their training. "Jie-san. Chis-san. You two may proceed with your spar. As for you two I would also like the two of you to give it a go. Carmel I believe it will be much more easier for you to understand combat if you engage with Griselda. That is if Griselda is prepared."
"I love a good challenge!"
Seigi put the half-blood on the defense by charging him, and delivered to give him a kick to the side of the head. With desperate speed he was able to raise his guard to the kick, and Suusao grinned as he went for a gut punch. Suusao would grin at the boy in the process, and it was obvious he'd sparked his interest.
Sheesh, it was like it was the day of all the transformations! One weird silver haired person was enough weirdness as it was without the addition of Jie Shan apparently being a – Super Saiyan he called it? Well it was certainly quite the light show. “Super Saiyan beauty pageant huh? Well unfortunately I’m quite incapable of joining the light show…although I do not think that my fur would look very good if it was golden coloured or bright white so, not much loss on that front.” There might be a loss on eyesight with all of these ridiculous power levels in here though.
But on the good side of things, someone actually answered her question! “So you fight in order to protect what is precious to you. And you also apparently have a very pressing reason to be as strong as possible, one that you worry about with how strong you are right now; well that’s a good way to get me worried too.” Carmel said blandly, doing her best to hide just how much a statement like that really bothered her. She was not in the mood to deal with someone so bullshittingly powerful who happened to be on the evil side of things. “Oh and I agree on the not destroying the building part, especially when we’re all still in it. I’m sure a building collapsing on some of us would still actually hurt.” Like her, she was sure that a building falling on her would hurt quite a bit.
Ah she needed a distraction and fortunately the stalker girl was happily providing one by, well, being even more stalkerish. Carmel had been around enough awkward people to tell that this was probably some massive misunderstanding but unfortunately for the woman, Carmel was also enough of a troll to conveniently ignore that detail.
“So you came here to ogle the muscles? Well I can’t say that it’s a bad idea honestly, if you’re into watching ripped people all over each other.” She sounded quite nice and understanding and it was all probably slightly ruined by her growing smirk. Ah well. “And yes, asking for spars isn’t that odd amongst fighters from what I’ve seen. Most people don’t bother sneaking around when they want to perv out though, they just spectate and casually avoid the topic of what they’re really looking at.”
Suusao you've gained 2,124z @darkoda tell me what you want Jie Shan Lan Dian you've gained 1,943z Chris you've gained PL 1,880. Now your total PL is 244,574 @seigi tell me what you want Griselda you've gained PL 5,056. Now your total PL is 75,056
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