Post by Shira on Feb 14, 2017 5:44:08 GMT -5
Shira had been training for this day for quite awhile with his father Duan Yuan. Ever since that day against the Hybrid Saiyan - Shira knew he had to start learning how to control his ki better. It was the only way he was ever going to get stronger. "Father said to go to these coordinates. He already sponsored me for this tournament, though I have no idea why I've never heard of it," he said to himself aloud. For some reason the young Earthling found himself in the middle of a desert. Did his father give him the wrong coordinates? The teen kept walking through the desert hoping that what he was going to find was a challenge. Duan Yuan had been training him relentlessly for this for the last month.
He assured Shira that it was going to help him reach a whole new level of power, and that for once he'd be going up against real opponents. The Earthling was excited by the prospect, as he never really got a chance to use his full power fighting in any other medium – as father had put him against Earthlings of a far lower power level to test his self-control. If Shira could regulate his power level to fight the weak average members of his species than he could control his power in just about any situation.
The only problem with all of that is that Shira was still unaware of just how powerful he truly was. Where did he stack on the totem pole to some of Earth’s greatest warriors before him? He knew he was still in the beginning of his journey, but he hoped that he had some level of potential to show for all of his efforts. The young human was sure this contest would determine that for him.
Shira found himself in the midst of a tiny house in the desert. Could someone actually live in this desolate terrain? The idea certainly seemed strange enough. The young warrior stepped inside, unafraid of what was to come. As he stepped inside he quickly found that the room was rather small. There was no furniture. No sign that the place was vacated by any living creature. All he saw was just a pit in the middle of the room, as if it lead to some other ground. Shira raised a quizzical brow in his confusion. He found it strange that someone would build a house entirely underground. Just what the hell had his father signed him on for?
Shira sighed. He jumped into the pit, free-falling without a care as he could just fly if it seemed like he was falling too fast. As he descended through the air the boy began to question just what kind of tournament this could be. “This tournament likely doesn’t have any legal sponsorship. It seems more like something that is just for someone’s jollies from what I’m beginning to understand.”
Landing on the ground with a soft thud, Shira realized that the floor underground was much, much bigger! There was a square arena built on a towering platform he could see from a window in the next room. So this is where the tournament was. It honestly was not what the young warrior had expected. The lighting was rather dimmed somewhat but he could still see well enough to get around safely. He called out, his voice echoing across the room and into the next. “Hello!”
No answer was given. Silence began to fill the air as tension weighed in on the young warrior. He began to worry that no one was around. But this was the correct place and the correct time was it not?
Suddenly an elderly woman appeared from the woodwork, appearing from the very ground itself mysteriously phasing through it like air. Shira was frightened by her entrance, never suspecting one to just pop up from the ground beneath him. That was a neat trick. She had a full head of grey-pinkish hair, and was wearing a martial arts gi. She was clearly the leader of the area, but for some reason he didn’t sense much energy from her. Perhaps she was suppressing it, much like he usually did when he was at school.
“So, you’re the one I have been expecting. Your father didn’t tell me he was bringing such a punk,” she muttered at the boy, as she was clearly annoyed by his presence for some reason. “What’s a teen like you doing here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, her eyes twinkling in a way as if they were studying him. “It’s part of the weekend actually, ma’am. But my father told me you were hosting a tournament of some kind and that it’d be a good test of my abilities to participate,” he explained following up with a polite bow. He didn’t mean to sound so… know-it-all, but he was answering honestly.
She looked at him with a frown. “Oh. Is that right? Wish he had told me your age, or I wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. I don’t usually accept kids,” she murmured. Shira got a little offended, as he wasn’t fond of being condescended. However he kept himself in check. He decided that picking a fight was not only not worth it, but would only hurt his situation further. The diplomat in him responded calmly, “I assure you I can handle myself. And I’m not a kid anymore by legal standards. I’m sure I can handle whatever fighters are competing,” he responded honestly. He was confident in his father’s training, and he was ready for whatever this next challenge was.
The elderly woman looked at him rather seriously. She didn’t seem amused with his answer. “Confident are you? Overconfidence could get you hurt in here, child,” she continued to pester. He took a deep breath as he let the second condescending remark go by, though she was good at continuing to try his patience. “It’s not overconfidence, madam. Just merely the right amount of confidence. I never said the fighters here would be weak or that I could even beat them all, but merely that I can handle myself as that is the truth.”
The woman said nothing. Finally accepting of the boy’s presence she began to walk slowly through the doorway to his left which had a thin, narrow hallway that didn’t go very far before forcing them to make a right turn. It appeared to the boy that she was taking him to the arena in the next room. This was his chance. Shira couldn’t help but let out a small smile from the corner of his lip. He was happy to have a good fight. The boy soon calmly walked onto the stone tiled arena floor.
Though now that he was here he could see the room around him more thoroughly. The arena was at the center of the room but beyond the walkway and the arena there was open air leading down below. He looked at the edge of the stone arena, only to notice the bubbling green acid at the bottom of the towering arena. “What the hell kind of place is this?”
“It was once called the Devil’s Toilet, but I found such a name to be putrid... Now… This is what we call ‘The Pit of Souls’,” she replied with a grin. Shira looked confused, as he had never heard of such a thing before. “The… Pit of Souls?” he asked with a cocked head to the side. She nodded at him. “Yes. This is not a standard tournament like the Budokai Tenkaichi, but rather it is a challenge for all warriors of this Planet to complete. By besting my three fighters… you will have your fortune told.”
“So… that’s why my father wanted me to come here. He wants me to not only test my power against your fighters.. But he wants me to learn my fortune. Well alright then,” he said to himself with a shrug. Her grin grew. And it was very unsettling for the teen. “Very well. Just make sure to be careful, boy. If you fall into that pit down there… your soul’s going to be stuck here for a long time…,” she trailed off. That definitely did not sound good by any measure. But if Duan Yuan believed in him… then who was he to question this endeavor?
Shira nodded as a sign of understanding. “Alright I understand. Bring on the first fighter then.” Shira walked over to the proper positioning of the ring as he made his stance. It was time for the show to begin.
Would he be able to handle this strange tournament? Only time would tell. But that was a story for another time.
WC: 1500
[Requesting Zenni Please.]
He assured Shira that it was going to help him reach a whole new level of power, and that for once he'd be going up against real opponents. The Earthling was excited by the prospect, as he never really got a chance to use his full power fighting in any other medium – as father had put him against Earthlings of a far lower power level to test his self-control. If Shira could regulate his power level to fight the weak average members of his species than he could control his power in just about any situation.
The only problem with all of that is that Shira was still unaware of just how powerful he truly was. Where did he stack on the totem pole to some of Earth’s greatest warriors before him? He knew he was still in the beginning of his journey, but he hoped that he had some level of potential to show for all of his efforts. The young human was sure this contest would determine that for him.
Shira found himself in the midst of a tiny house in the desert. Could someone actually live in this desolate terrain? The idea certainly seemed strange enough. The young warrior stepped inside, unafraid of what was to come. As he stepped inside he quickly found that the room was rather small. There was no furniture. No sign that the place was vacated by any living creature. All he saw was just a pit in the middle of the room, as if it lead to some other ground. Shira raised a quizzical brow in his confusion. He found it strange that someone would build a house entirely underground. Just what the hell had his father signed him on for?
Shira sighed. He jumped into the pit, free-falling without a care as he could just fly if it seemed like he was falling too fast. As he descended through the air the boy began to question just what kind of tournament this could be. “This tournament likely doesn’t have any legal sponsorship. It seems more like something that is just for someone’s jollies from what I’m beginning to understand.”
Landing on the ground with a soft thud, Shira realized that the floor underground was much, much bigger! There was a square arena built on a towering platform he could see from a window in the next room. So this is where the tournament was. It honestly was not what the young warrior had expected. The lighting was rather dimmed somewhat but he could still see well enough to get around safely. He called out, his voice echoing across the room and into the next. “Hello!”
No answer was given. Silence began to fill the air as tension weighed in on the young warrior. He began to worry that no one was around. But this was the correct place and the correct time was it not?
Suddenly an elderly woman appeared from the woodwork, appearing from the very ground itself mysteriously phasing through it like air. Shira was frightened by her entrance, never suspecting one to just pop up from the ground beneath him. That was a neat trick. She had a full head of grey-pinkish hair, and was wearing a martial arts gi. She was clearly the leader of the area, but for some reason he didn’t sense much energy from her. Perhaps she was suppressing it, much like he usually did when he was at school.
“So, you’re the one I have been expecting. Your father didn’t tell me he was bringing such a punk,” she muttered at the boy, as she was clearly annoyed by his presence for some reason. “What’s a teen like you doing here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, her eyes twinkling in a way as if they were studying him. “It’s part of the weekend actually, ma’am. But my father told me you were hosting a tournament of some kind and that it’d be a good test of my abilities to participate,” he explained following up with a polite bow. He didn’t mean to sound so… know-it-all, but he was answering honestly.
She looked at him with a frown. “Oh. Is that right? Wish he had told me your age, or I wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place. I don’t usually accept kids,” she murmured. Shira got a little offended, as he wasn’t fond of being condescended. However he kept himself in check. He decided that picking a fight was not only not worth it, but would only hurt his situation further. The diplomat in him responded calmly, “I assure you I can handle myself. And I’m not a kid anymore by legal standards. I’m sure I can handle whatever fighters are competing,” he responded honestly. He was confident in his father’s training, and he was ready for whatever this next challenge was.
The elderly woman looked at him rather seriously. She didn’t seem amused with his answer. “Confident are you? Overconfidence could get you hurt in here, child,” she continued to pester. He took a deep breath as he let the second condescending remark go by, though she was good at continuing to try his patience. “It’s not overconfidence, madam. Just merely the right amount of confidence. I never said the fighters here would be weak or that I could even beat them all, but merely that I can handle myself as that is the truth.”
The woman said nothing. Finally accepting of the boy’s presence she began to walk slowly through the doorway to his left which had a thin, narrow hallway that didn’t go very far before forcing them to make a right turn. It appeared to the boy that she was taking him to the arena in the next room. This was his chance. Shira couldn’t help but let out a small smile from the corner of his lip. He was happy to have a good fight. The boy soon calmly walked onto the stone tiled arena floor.
Though now that he was here he could see the room around him more thoroughly. The arena was at the center of the room but beyond the walkway and the arena there was open air leading down below. He looked at the edge of the stone arena, only to notice the bubbling green acid at the bottom of the towering arena. “What the hell kind of place is this?”
“It was once called the Devil’s Toilet, but I found such a name to be putrid... Now… This is what we call ‘The Pit of Souls’,” she replied with a grin. Shira looked confused, as he had never heard of such a thing before. “The… Pit of Souls?” he asked with a cocked head to the side. She nodded at him. “Yes. This is not a standard tournament like the Budokai Tenkaichi, but rather it is a challenge for all warriors of this Planet to complete. By besting my three fighters… you will have your fortune told.”
“So… that’s why my father wanted me to come here. He wants me to not only test my power against your fighters.. But he wants me to learn my fortune. Well alright then,” he said to himself with a shrug. Her grin grew. And it was very unsettling for the teen. “Very well. Just make sure to be careful, boy. If you fall into that pit down there… your soul’s going to be stuck here for a long time…,” she trailed off. That definitely did not sound good by any measure. But if Duan Yuan believed in him… then who was he to question this endeavor?
Shira nodded as a sign of understanding. “Alright I understand. Bring on the first fighter then.” Shira walked over to the proper positioning of the ring as he made his stance. It was time for the show to begin.
Would he be able to handle this strange tournament? Only time would tell. But that was a story for another time.
WC: 1500
[Requesting Zenni Please.]
