Post by Jie Shan Lan Dian on Jan 24, 2017 16:04:03 GMT -5
(Using the gravity chamber attached to Jie's house at x60 grav.)
Jie Shan Lan Dian was back in the gravity chamber, dressed and armed for training, sword perched in its usual spot on his back. It had been a long while since he managed to get in the cold, mechanical chamber for some training, and it was long overdue. It would be good to get back into the swing of such training, he decided. And besides, this time, Jie Shan had an objective. It was time for him to become a true master of his own fighting style. His body tingled with excitement. The young halfling felt giddy, like a kid waiting to open a present. In his excitement, Jie Shan had even penned a name for the school: the Lightning Blade Arts.
“Rudieri,” said Jie Shan to the empty room, “Set the chamber to sixty times this planet’s gravity.”
An electronic buzz ran through the air as Rudieri switched on her microphone from the other room. “Are you sure, Jie Shan?” Asked Rudieri, “It’s been a few months since you did this last. Why don’t we start on a lower setting? Like, maybe twenty times gravity? Maybe even ten?”
Jie Shan smirked and shook his head. “No,” he insisted, “Sixty times gravity will do just fine. I assure you that I can handle it.”
“If you say so, but when you’re crying about your body aching later, remember: you said so,” remarked Rudieri, but Jie Shan could hear the loud clicking of buttons over the microphone. The machine around him came to life, churning and turning, warming up from its long slumber. Suddenly, the weight came down on him. His body nearly buckled beneath the sudden surge in pressure, but the halfling stood strong. His smirk never left his face; the young halfblood had been through worse.
It was certainly hell to move under such conditions, though. In his current state, Jie Shan would have trouble moving under the effects of enhanced gravity. As much as it pained him to admit, Rudieri was right about one thing: Jie Shan was a little out of shape. If he was going to be serious about this training, Jie Shan would need to give it his all.
Standing tall, Jie Shan spread his legs over so slightly, and held his arms to either side. Gritting his teeth, Jie Shan began to focus, reaching for that hidden power deep inside of him. And it came easily, his master over it allowing him to summon such golden strength as if it were nothing. His silvery hair went gold and stood on end, and his eyes turned a brilliant shade of teal. And after assuming the Super Saiyan state, Jie Shan felt a good deal more powerful. The debilitating effects of gravity seemed to be lessened, and he could stand a little more comfortably. The elated feeling of power ran through him, and he felt more confident than ever before. The hybrid was sure of it: today was the day he was going to become a master in his own right, the leader of a new martial arts tradition. A thousand years from now, it would be the premier style of swordsmanship all across the universe, or at least he hoped so. At the very least, he hoped his style would not die with him one of these days.
All that was left was to put the finishing touches on the official guidelines and techniques of his fighting style, and Jie Shan’s work would be complete. The young Saiyan had spent many nights up in front of his computer, typing away in what would become his codex and manifesto. There, Jie Shan had begun not only to record his style, but also his moral code. What was right, what was wrong, and how to live, Jie Shan put all his thoughts down into that single text file. He’d come to the conclusion that a martial tradition ought to have moral lessons as well as practical ones. He had taken a leaf out of the Soy School’s book there.
Ready to go, Jie Shan drew his blade once again. The steel felt heavier in the chamber, but everything did. No matter the weight, it would always feel right in his hand. At the risk of sounding arrogant, Jie Shan often said the blade was like an extension of himself. Secretly, he thought he must be one of the most powerful swordsman, or even weaponmasters, in the universe. He’d spent his life fighting, he had to be pretty good at it. Not to mention, over the past year, his power had grown exponentially, swelling to heights that surely put him among the most powerful beings in the universe. If there was a time for him to etch his place among proud martial schools, now was the time.
Wasting little of it, Jie Shan took his sword and threw himself into the thick of his training. He bobbed and weaved across the chamber, swinging his sword about with near-perfect grace. Slowly, the world around him melted away and all he was left with was himself and his blade. A kind of special focus came over Jie Shan, one that he’d never felt quite before. Everything just felt right into moment. Spontaneously, Jie Shan span about, unleashing a flurry of sword blows against his imaginary foes. The blade cut through the air so perfectly, if someone were actually before him, they would have been diced to bits.
And Jie Shan continued on this way for sometime, practicing his swordplay, his training aided by golden power. And, in time, the young halfblood came to a stop, panting slightly. But his training was not done yet. The young halfblood still had one thing on his mind. It had at one point occurred to him that the Soy School had a powerful technique, a secret art that made up their ultimate power. Why should Jie Shan not have his own ultimate technique, the kind that people would tell legends of?
Many a restless night he had spent pondering the technique. From the very beginning, he’d had an idea, but it was just a matter of actually practicing the technique. But now, Jie Shan was sure that he could manage it; he just needed to give it his best shot. Nodding to himself, Jie Shan sheathed his blade and went to the center of the chamber, steeling his mind and letting his ki work up as he took each step.
As soon as he was ready, Jie Shan reached deep within himself, even further than he had reached when he’d first became a Super Saiyan. A deep growl escaped his throat as he doubled in on himself, trying to wrestle the power he needed from within. And as he tried to force the power out, lightning began to shoot off from his body in every which way, the dangerous, wild hum of the stuff blaring in the chamber. Grunting, Jie Shan held his hands before him, and lightning began to form between his palms. More and more power poured from the Super Saiyan, peels of lightning emanating from his body. It felt like he was tearing himself apart, as if he might turn to ash right then and there. But still, he forced more power from himself as the maelstrom forming in his hands continued to rage.
Letting out a roar, Jie Shan finally forced the wild lightning to take shape, the energy that pulsated within his grasp elongating into a blade of pure lightning. The energy hummed through the air as if it were about to tear the very air around apart. His breaths were labored now and his eyes were wide with amazement as he beheld the blade of pure energy before him. A wild smile overtook him, elation lining his soul. Jie Shan had reached a new level of mastery, of both swordsmanship and his elemental power.
Jie Shan Lan Dian was now the Master of the Lightning Blade.
And with that, I'm requesting I be made master of my custom school, having mastered the AD tier of this. I would like PL for this, with gravity and half-Elemi and all that jazz! Thank you!
Jie Shan Lan Dian was back in the gravity chamber, dressed and armed for training, sword perched in its usual spot on his back. It had been a long while since he managed to get in the cold, mechanical chamber for some training, and it was long overdue. It would be good to get back into the swing of such training, he decided. And besides, this time, Jie Shan had an objective. It was time for him to become a true master of his own fighting style. His body tingled with excitement. The young halfling felt giddy, like a kid waiting to open a present. In his excitement, Jie Shan had even penned a name for the school: the Lightning Blade Arts.
“Rudieri,” said Jie Shan to the empty room, “Set the chamber to sixty times this planet’s gravity.”
An electronic buzz ran through the air as Rudieri switched on her microphone from the other room. “Are you sure, Jie Shan?” Asked Rudieri, “It’s been a few months since you did this last. Why don’t we start on a lower setting? Like, maybe twenty times gravity? Maybe even ten?”
Jie Shan smirked and shook his head. “No,” he insisted, “Sixty times gravity will do just fine. I assure you that I can handle it.”
“If you say so, but when you’re crying about your body aching later, remember: you said so,” remarked Rudieri, but Jie Shan could hear the loud clicking of buttons over the microphone. The machine around him came to life, churning and turning, warming up from its long slumber. Suddenly, the weight came down on him. His body nearly buckled beneath the sudden surge in pressure, but the halfling stood strong. His smirk never left his face; the young halfblood had been through worse.
It was certainly hell to move under such conditions, though. In his current state, Jie Shan would have trouble moving under the effects of enhanced gravity. As much as it pained him to admit, Rudieri was right about one thing: Jie Shan was a little out of shape. If he was going to be serious about this training, Jie Shan would need to give it his all.
Standing tall, Jie Shan spread his legs over so slightly, and held his arms to either side. Gritting his teeth, Jie Shan began to focus, reaching for that hidden power deep inside of him. And it came easily, his master over it allowing him to summon such golden strength as if it were nothing. His silvery hair went gold and stood on end, and his eyes turned a brilliant shade of teal. And after assuming the Super Saiyan state, Jie Shan felt a good deal more powerful. The debilitating effects of gravity seemed to be lessened, and he could stand a little more comfortably. The elated feeling of power ran through him, and he felt more confident than ever before. The hybrid was sure of it: today was the day he was going to become a master in his own right, the leader of a new martial arts tradition. A thousand years from now, it would be the premier style of swordsmanship all across the universe, or at least he hoped so. At the very least, he hoped his style would not die with him one of these days.
All that was left was to put the finishing touches on the official guidelines and techniques of his fighting style, and Jie Shan’s work would be complete. The young Saiyan had spent many nights up in front of his computer, typing away in what would become his codex and manifesto. There, Jie Shan had begun not only to record his style, but also his moral code. What was right, what was wrong, and how to live, Jie Shan put all his thoughts down into that single text file. He’d come to the conclusion that a martial tradition ought to have moral lessons as well as practical ones. He had taken a leaf out of the Soy School’s book there.
Ready to go, Jie Shan drew his blade once again. The steel felt heavier in the chamber, but everything did. No matter the weight, it would always feel right in his hand. At the risk of sounding arrogant, Jie Shan often said the blade was like an extension of himself. Secretly, he thought he must be one of the most powerful swordsman, or even weaponmasters, in the universe. He’d spent his life fighting, he had to be pretty good at it. Not to mention, over the past year, his power had grown exponentially, swelling to heights that surely put him among the most powerful beings in the universe. If there was a time for him to etch his place among proud martial schools, now was the time.
Wasting little of it, Jie Shan took his sword and threw himself into the thick of his training. He bobbed and weaved across the chamber, swinging his sword about with near-perfect grace. Slowly, the world around him melted away and all he was left with was himself and his blade. A kind of special focus came over Jie Shan, one that he’d never felt quite before. Everything just felt right into moment. Spontaneously, Jie Shan span about, unleashing a flurry of sword blows against his imaginary foes. The blade cut through the air so perfectly, if someone were actually before him, they would have been diced to bits.
And Jie Shan continued on this way for sometime, practicing his swordplay, his training aided by golden power. And, in time, the young halfblood came to a stop, panting slightly. But his training was not done yet. The young halfblood still had one thing on his mind. It had at one point occurred to him that the Soy School had a powerful technique, a secret art that made up their ultimate power. Why should Jie Shan not have his own ultimate technique, the kind that people would tell legends of?
Many a restless night he had spent pondering the technique. From the very beginning, he’d had an idea, but it was just a matter of actually practicing the technique. But now, Jie Shan was sure that he could manage it; he just needed to give it his best shot. Nodding to himself, Jie Shan sheathed his blade and went to the center of the chamber, steeling his mind and letting his ki work up as he took each step.
As soon as he was ready, Jie Shan reached deep within himself, even further than he had reached when he’d first became a Super Saiyan. A deep growl escaped his throat as he doubled in on himself, trying to wrestle the power he needed from within. And as he tried to force the power out, lightning began to shoot off from his body in every which way, the dangerous, wild hum of the stuff blaring in the chamber. Grunting, Jie Shan held his hands before him, and lightning began to form between his palms. More and more power poured from the Super Saiyan, peels of lightning emanating from his body. It felt like he was tearing himself apart, as if he might turn to ash right then and there. But still, he forced more power from himself as the maelstrom forming in his hands continued to rage.
Letting out a roar, Jie Shan finally forced the wild lightning to take shape, the energy that pulsated within his grasp elongating into a blade of pure lightning. The energy hummed through the air as if it were about to tear the very air around apart. His breaths were labored now and his eyes were wide with amazement as he beheld the blade of pure energy before him. A wild smile overtook him, elation lining his soul. Jie Shan had reached a new level of mastery, of both swordsmanship and his elemental power.
Jie Shan Lan Dian was now the Master of the Lightning Blade.
And with that, I'm requesting I be made master of my custom school, having mastered the AD tier of this. I would like PL for this, with gravity and half-Elemi and all that jazz! Thank you!
