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[Thread Battle Power: Around 4,000] [Calla is naturally suppressing her Aura to that of a physically fit human.]
At South City High, exceptions were made to ensure that everyone - regardless of species - would have the same opportunities to learn and participate both in and outside the classroom. This also fostered understanding and the necessity for interracial cooperation in order to better protect Earth from serious threats in the Galaxy. As an ideal it gave faculty and students something to strive for. In practice however, the application needed work.
Calla wouldn't be winning any popularity contests. If not outright avoided, she'd be stared down; gawked at like a freak show that didn't quite belong. Hiding her tail inside her pants helped, but that couldn't keep a lid on gossip. Teenagers could be jerks after all, and if a person didn't live up to certain standards, they became loners and outcast from the majority of social circles.
During her first day back, the Saiyan youth kept to herself, drawing as little of attention as possible - even ignoring a few people that tried to strike up conversations. She'd rather be considered shy, than have the entire student body fear her. Darting from class to class, she was the first in the door and the first out when the bell chimed to end each period. None of that really mattered though as she had to introduce herself at the start of each. It's kinda hard to stay anonymous when you enter the school year midway through the semester. That and her backpack increased in size as she retrieved books and make up assignments from each teacher. Of course given her natural strength she had no problem carrying it, but it looked awkward as hell strapped across her shoulders.
At the end of the day, the PA announced that she should head directly to the main office. In fact it paged her several times as she walked there nonchalantly. Whatever the principal wanted couldn't be in her favor. Still though when she cautiously creaked his door open, he greeted her with the warmest of smiles. She wouldn't meet his gaze at first and instead slung her backpack around the chair. It toppled over and she winced lightly peering up at him apologetically.
"Never mind that, Calla. No harm done." Principal Simmons told her. A balding man with a boyish comb-over, starkly contrasting with angular stern facial features, he appeared more like a counselor than anyone in a position of higher authority. Yet as he spoke, Calla got the impression that his words held the strictest of weight behind them. Every one direct, calculated and the truth. "I've taken the liberty of enrolling you in our tutor program for this term. As you've entered so late, it's imperative that you are brought up to speed. You'll be meeting them in the library at least three times a week - starting today."
"Today? You're joking - I can't."
"You will. And I expect you to be in uniform tomorrow. Black skirt and jacket and the crimson blouse, not jeans and a roughneck shirt."
The Teenager flushed bright scarlet, already worrying about her tail being exposed. Yeah a few of her classmates knew about it, but the rest hadn't seen it. Most of them would know about it being her weak spot as well, which certainly would prove to be problematic. As she leaned down to retrieve her books and the fallen chair, she replied: " I won't be able to shelter my tail in that outfit." A simple statement of fact; she wouldn't beg to him not willing herself to sink that low. The chair she set upright again, while she casually held the oversized bag with a hand.
"I know - that's the point. This school encourages proper inter-species relations. How can you expect anyone to trust you if you hide who you are as though you're ashamed? You're effectively lying to them. Enough about that though, you'll be late if you dally here much longer; off you go." He swiped his hands in a dismissive gesture and wheeled his chair around to face his terminal. The conversation was over as far as he was concerned.
She turned and departed, realizing it would be of little use to argue with a person so sure of himself. The rage that built up within her from the words exchanged however, couldn't be easily stemmed. As far as she could tell, the principal of this school wanted her to behave a certain way so he could have a poster child for his new,inclusive education program. And, she felt a bit used; a huge desire to damage the plethora of lockers welled up in her gut, but she stayed herself by rushing through the corridors and exiting the campus proper.
He acts like he's doing me a favor. I don't even want to attend his school - it's not my choice. It's like he thinks if he gives me enough education I won't become a monster. I'm not stupid, and I can tell when I'm being fucking played. A tutor just great . . .trying to make me an honors student - a role-model for all non-humans.
Not wishing for any unwanted guests, she walked the few blocks to the library. If she flew, she knew well enough that her natural suppression wouldn't contain her Ki signature. By remaining on the ground she could pass as human easily enough. Besides it's not like she actually cared if she kept said tutor waiting. She never asked for this in the first place.
When she entered the library its size surprised her. There were hard copy book sections of every genre in addition to the digital terminals that provided formats that could be utilized on portable devices. The aisles gleamed of reflective glass and the white brightness (of walls and luminescent screens) nearly burned into her retinas as she stepped up to the information desk. Her footfalls echoed away the silence, reverberating over and over. Apparently the acoustics were well designed to carry sound - an oddity for a library.
The ceiling rounded out into a massive dome that let the sunlight above illuminate every shadowy corner. In one of them, there were oaken tables lined up matched with chairs and stools akin. Across the way holographic displays offered flashing suggestions to be swiped at. Around another corner many rooms were siphoned off by archways and thresholds with automatic doors. Most were shut, red lights indicating occupancy, although there were a few that were open a green hue coating them. Considering the school-day and work-day for most adults had only just finished, there were very few people spread about, and those that were present quietly went about their tasks.
An elder woman - most likely one of the librarians tasked with keeping things orderly - peeked at the Saiyan as she approached. Her horn-rimmed bifocals made her stand out a bit more than anything else. Not many people wore glasses in this age. They were actually an advanced piece of hardware that with a simple gesture would let her scan the entire library. And with another, call security to any section should they be needed to resolve a conflict. But, to the Saiyan girl, they hardly appeared high-tech "May I help you dear?" She asked, shutting down her ocular enhancements.
"Uh yes, the Principal at South High said a tutor would be waiting for me here?" Calla set her backpack down and parted some disheveled bangs from her face. She adjusted her pants and stretched out her tail within them before allowing it to coil back up. With a sigh she completed relaxing and looked through the immediate area. No one seemed to stand out to her, so she awaited a response patiently as the woman seemed to go through study room reservations on the lighted display in front of her.
I'm bored already. I should have just skipped out on this. It's not like I can't take Principal Simmons in a fight. I get to learn how to act more human. As much as he preaches about equality, and cooperation between species, really, he just wants Saiyans to conform to Earth standards. Apparently he hasn't met any of them besides me.
That thought alone brought a slight smirk to the Saiyan Teenager's face, and caused her tail to twitch within her jeans. Even if it was merely a jest, the idea of battling anyone excited her. Studying, and learning, and education in general, did not. It simply came with too many outside stressors, and social pressure. She wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting a person meant to help her raise her grades so she could fit better into human activities.
Shira woke up right at dawn- his hair all messed up and out of place from the night before. Going to the bathroom as he changed into his typical school outfit- a black hoodie with a red graphic tee underneath it to cover his torso, grey sweatpants that kept him comfortable, and white socks and black shoes. It was a fairly plain outfit, but it was what he normally wore. At Satan City High they didn't have a special school uniform (save for the badge marking their status as students). They were allowed to wear whatever designs they wanted as part of their creative individuality as people (so long as the school guidelines were not broken). Though Shira knew even that was a very loose regulation. Many girls in the high school wore outfits that broke policy, but they got away with it for the teachers could not do anything about it without stirring up a fuss with the parents. Still his outfit was fairly tame so such things were of a trivial importance. As his scarlet-colored eyes looked deeply into the mirror, the teenage warrior brushed his hair carefully to make sure it came out nice and neat (or at least as neat as hair like his could get). Brushing his teeth with a swift cadence the teenage boy found himself thinking about the day ahead. What was he going to do today? Was today going to be any better than yesterday? Or would it just be worse? Today was one of three days a week where he spent an hour or two tutoring the locals in this town at the local library. It didn't pay much, but Shira only really went there to kill some time and help some minds improve in the hoax education that the planet gave.
Shira honestly wondered why schools functioned the way that they do. Subjecting teenagers to learn matters they both had no interest in and will never use outside of their sheltered halls, while also bad mouthing any studies outside of those their bland, generic curriculum spoon-fed them. Those who wanted to learn about art, music, or any other craft or skill were deemed silly and unrealistic. People who were chasing things that would hurt them in a capitalist world. Things like this bothered him a lot. He had an assignment for his "five year plan" in English. He couldn't bother writing the truth. All they did was try and criticize or ridicule him. Instead he wrote a lie about some psychology degree after the University where he'd probably go on and open up a practice. While he loved psychology and found it fascinating he didn't actually love it enough to focus in it though. He loved fighting. He loved building things, being an inventor. But no one believed that one could be a "warrior with an engineering degree who fought aliens and made real inventions to help people". He supposed it did sound silly now that it rolled off his tongue, but it was the truth.
Shira was at his mother's house for the week which meant he had to fly all the way to Satan City from here to go to school (it was a bit of a journey from South City). Today he'd have to be extra attentive and rush to the library after school with the use of his ki. He rushed out the door with his backpack and an apple in hand, but before he could make it out he ran into his mother. "Shira, don't forget that I have an appointment today with a client. I won't be home until late tonight. Don't get into any funny business while I'm gone...," she said sternly. He sighed. Of course she was going to be out again. Still he supposed in some way it was a good thing. Meant she wouldn't be around to bother him. "Sure mom," was all he said before he went out the door flying off towards the school, his eyes never even making contact with hers. Flying off with a white streak of ki emanating from him as he moved through the air towards Satan City...
Present Time...
Shira was flying as fast as he could to get to the library on time. "Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!" he cursed to himself with a scowl as the wind blew past his face and his bangs bothering his eyes. It looked like he was running a couple minutes late. Granted that might not be a huge deal to the librarian or the students, he judged himself very harshly for being late (yet again). He had gotten distracted talking to Mr. Karasu about the missing permission slip that was supposed to be signed by his mother. He was lecturing him about how he had to be more responsible and how he had to get his stuff handed in. His mother wasn't around. How was he supposed to get it signed? And normally he forged her signature but it had slipped his mind what with the other ten million things he had to do that day. But of course he didn't say any of that. There was no point.
They never really cared. So why even bother explain himself?
Shira wasn't in a good mood, but he had to suck it up and pretend everything was alright. He had to make sure he didn't let his aggravation affect his students, because then it'd just make him feel worse later when he finally went home to his mom's empty apartment. When he was alone all he really could do was just think about his life and his silly mistakes, regrets all spread out through many foolish moments. Landing on the ground just outside the library before running in, his body sweating from a combination of the heat and physical exhaustion of rushing over at full throttle. He looked at the first clock upon entering the hallway and noticed that he was already five minutes late. He went right into the bathroom (which was the first door on his left) where he rushed to wash his face at the sink with warm water. The less pathetic he looked the better. Grabbing a paper towel after - the teenager dried his face. It wasn't plenty, but it was enough to satisfy him. Coming outside where the sizable library opened up - the librarian approached him with a frown. "You're late," she pointed out.
"Sorry about that... caught some traffic...I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," he said politely, a frown on his face as his eyes glanced down. A stern silence filled the air for a few moments as she looked him up and down. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Shira-kun," she said. From there she informed him of what room he was assigned to. The tutors got reserved rooms in the library for private one-on-one sessions with their students, which were mostly noise cancelling to keep them from disrupting those in the general library. Walking over with a hurried pace and his ki suppressed minimally - the black-haired teenage Earthling entered his study room. Assuming the girl was already in room - she would be seated opposite of him on the firm wooden table at least five feet wide and three feet long. The chair she sat in was also made of sturdy, firm wood. It wasn't necessarily comfortable, but then that was part of the point.
Upon entering- Shira tried his best to feign a small smile as he introduced himself. "Hello. Sorry for the wait I was unfortunately held up. Tried to rush here as fast I could," he explained. He was partially embarrassed given the state he was in. "My name is Shira Yoshida. I'll be your tutor for the term. Now unfortunately your school didn't really tell me your name so uh..." he hoped that the explanation would prompt her to share. While he waited for her response he looked rather passively at her as his mind began to think. The two were roughly around the same age most likely. The question was what exactly was she struggling with?
[WC: 1360] [PL is suppressed to minimal levels upon arrival]
Inside the room, Calla, spread out her things while she waited. She tucked the overweight backpack into the corner, and began withdrawing the books, and the materials she received in classes earlier in the day. Glancing at them with a rather defeated expression across her face, she wondered if the tutor would want to talk about all of them today. Sighing she stacked them in relative order by subject, and assignment. Those that were due by the end of the week she kept at the top of the piles, and the others were tucked deeper within them. Since Principal Simmons didn't quite tell her what her first day would entail, she figured it best to be prepared with everything to get the session over with as smoothly as possible.
By the time she finished with the rough process of organization, she took a peek up at the digital based clock on display. It blinked as each minute turned into the next, and reflected off the glass window in front of the oaken table. She stretched some, relaxing her tail inside her jeans before coiling it back up.
It desired to be let out into the open air, but for the moment, it was best she didn't risk that. Most likely her tutor would be human after all, and they tended to have a vast variety of reactions to other species. Despite any good intent her Principal had, racial relations were strained - especially between Earthlings and those that could reap unchecked devastation across the Galaxy. In fact, that's probably the reason he needed her to succeeded in her courses. She would serve as an example to other schools attempting to integrate similar policies.
Huh, guess I'm not the only one running late. Not that I mind, but it's not like waiting for a movie to start - this won't be entertaining in the least. And it's pretty unlikely he's going to show up with a living cloud named Nimbus, to brighten the mood. Nope. I get to slam my nose into books and topics I don't care about at all. All for the benefit of South High - yes, that's right just keep your eyes on that noblest of goals, Calla.
Growing slightly impatient, she rose from her seat, walked forward and shuttered shut the blinds to give herself a bit of privacy. Thereafter, remained standing for a few moments. Risking it, she let her tail out and shivered as the roar of an air-conditioning unit kicked in. She swayed it a couple times and groaned softly. Honestly it felt nice to have it out after being pent up in one position all day.
The approaching footsteps however, forced her to stow her tail away back into its sanctuary, without the time needed to truly relish the freedom it desired. Silently, she stepped back over to her side of the desk and sat down. Any attempts to make the wooden monstrosity comfortable, failed outright - squirming just made it worse, and crossing her legs did naught to help the strain. Instead, it forced her to sit completely upright, as though proper posture would breed the perfect study environment. In truth, it just felt like a dull, aching pain in her back.
When Shira finally entered the room, disheveled locks, sweat and stank and all, the Saiyan Youth smirked playfully. At least she wasn't the only one having a shitty day. She sniffed briefly, wondering if he had rushed himself to get here this 'early.' Early being completely relatively and in fact quite late. She also sensed the same sort of strangeness about his Aura, as she did with Galen. There and not there at the same time - case being not even an average human would have such a weak showing. Experience taught her, that he probably sheltered his like she did, but right now, combat needed to be furthest thing from her mind.
"My name's Calla," she replied. "Do you need a glass of water though - seems like you sprinted all the way here? Oh, right you probably want to get into - whatever it is - we're here to do." She sifted back out of chair; it screeched rather horribly as it slid back against the floor. Then, gestured down at the piles of papers and books that her teachers gifted her this morning and early afternoon. "I would have thought you'd know, but, I only just started in the term today, and well, apparently I missed a lot. So, uh, your choice I guess?"
He's not quite what I was expecting. I assumed he'd be older than me, but he looks around my age. I'll have to keep an eye on him after this. Assuming I'm going to be with him three times a week, it's probably a good idea to learn who he is. A tutor session isn't really the best place to get to know someone. Besides, his Aura is weird, feels like when Galen kept himself hidden from me. He might be restraining it, like I do with my own naturally . . .
As Shira stood there at the "peak of his appearance" he found himself feeling self-conscious for a change. He had tutored girls before, but Calla was the first girl to be around his age and be tutored by him. And he was sure he made a great impression of his competence by showing up late, showing up messy, and by not having any actual books in his hands. Sure he had stuff in his backpack. But the school hadn't given him any info yet on what exactly he was supposed to be helping her with, so it was just filled with his books. "It doesn't matter. She's just another student. Treat her as such dummy," he thought to himself. She gave her name in response to him. Her name was Calla. "Calla? Hm. What an interesting name...," he thought to himself, though his mind didn't dwell on that for long. She asked him if he wanted to get a glass of water or something for himself, which he appeared a little embarrassed by. She was obviously referring to his present state.
Well that was fucking fantastic.
"Uh no I'm fine," he replied rather plainly, though his eyes veered to the wall as he said it. If his student had been a dude then this would feel so much less embarrassing. He was glad she didn't go to his school. This would be super embarrassing if people found out he showed up to tutor sessions looking like such a mess. Suddenly however he questioned his response. Perhaps it was too disconnected? He didn't wanna seem unapproachable. "Thank you though." He thought the addition would make him seem a little more friendly. He wasn't normally this awkward at tutor sessions.
When it came up: he said nothing about his sprinting here. He didn't want to lie.
But he wasn't going to tell a teenage girl he flew from another town away, and that that was why he was sweating so much; because he was flying so fast his body began to sweat. That would be just actually ridiculous. Even for him. So he just decided to leave it at that and sit down on the opposite side of her. He hated chairs creaking. They irritated his ears. He then listened to her explain that she had only just started the term... but it was in the middle. What had she been doing? "Was your family in the middle of-," he began to speculate aloud. "Yep not my business, sorry. Well if you're falling behind on everything, then I guess we have a lot of work to do."
He slowly reached his hand on over towards one of the books. "Alright then, Calla. Let's see what classes they have you in," he said aloud as he systematically grabbed and scanned the books by flipping quickly through their pages. "I suppose the easiest place to start today would be either History or Writing. Those are more broad subjects that don't require as much background knowledge to get good at," he explained with a soft smile. He reached into his bag and searched for a notebook.
"Writing is basically an expression of one's ideas through words. It can also represent their emotions, their experiences. It can tell a story of your life even. Now unfortunately schools only like to mainly focus on the strict, boring facet of facts and logic. But sometimes we can bend the rules a little and include some of that other stuff to make it more real, better understood."
He was sure that her being a new student, that she would have a story that would plenty to say. People who moved around typically had feelings involved about such things. It could be feelings of anger towards the ones who made them uproot. Insecurity for not fitting in or feeling like they actually belong. From the notebook he pulled out- he tore out a sheet of paper.
"Have you taken essays before? Give me a random prompt to work with, and I'll show you what I mean."
This is what separated Shira from the other tutors. They taught the coursework. They taught the books. They taught whatever nonsense teachers spoon-fed them, but never bothered to explain the point of anything. They didn't get the real purpose behind writing, because schools weren't exactly the best at teaching those lessons. Some of the teachers he had had didn't seem to grasp that concept themselves. And it was for that reason he had no respect for them.
He sat there patiently as he waited for her to come up with something for him. In hindsight, as he sat there patiently, he had to admit something to himself. She was sort of cute. But he wouldn't dare let himself think anything further on the subject. Especially while he was such a mess today.
[WC: 810] [TWC: 2170]
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2017 18:03:19 GMT -5 by Shira: I apparently can't math?
A prompt - he wants me to make something up for him to do. Huh, well I guess I can figure that out, he'll just have to give me a minute to think first; wasn't expecting anything more than a lecture from him really. That and a lot of note taking. Teachers are really fond of that at South High. That homeroom proctor even made sure we knew how to take them properly . . .
So, Calla swung her legs back around the chair sat down and scooted it forward. That way at least the wailing death of its dragging pitch, would be interrupted. She winced at it still while relaxing back in the admittedly uncomfortable hardwood. With one final tug though, she brought herself close enough to the table and leaned forward to rest a cheek against an open palm. She applied pressure unto her elbow, sighed and thereafter stared at the paper that he tore from an unidentified notebook. Her tail twitched in annoyance, but she mostly ignored it, focusing instead on the task given to her, figuring it best to cooperate - otherwise she'd be here all of the 'eve. There were other matters she needed to attend to later tonight.
An expression of myself then - by extension that means what I give him to work with, will also reflect how he experiences life. In that case, it wouldn't be any fun not to pressure him into revealing his own emotions in this silly one off prompt. After all, it's not my fault he left himself so vulnerable. Huh, and there I go again, brain jumping right back into competition, to combat. I blame school - that's totally fair. It has nothing to do with me.
The Saiyan Youth's fingers dropped; they ran and danced along the table surface. They tapped in unison to an unknown beat without melody: steady firm and constant as she reflected, and only did settle when an answer came to her. She smirked lightly, perhaps enjoying the assignment a bit too much and then spoke. "The prompt is this," she made a laughable attempt at sounding professional - such a manner of speaking didn't suit her voice at all. "Write about a typical day in your life. But, I wish you to focus on how you impact others, and, what makes your day unique from another person's."
Ticking away on the top wall, the digital clock chimed suggesting the current hour shifted into the next. It blinked flashing momentarily, and echoing in outside their session-room, chairs screeched, and doors were flung open. The shuffling footfalls droned on and on for the next several minutes; the library being emptied of the previous tutor courses to allow new ones like Calla's own to begin. For a moment, she tilted her head and gazed at the time, thereafter she listened to the commotion continue onward and eventually fade into nothingness. She wondered briefly how long she'd be trapped in this room with him, but there was naught to complain about yet.
Even as he relaxes, there's no change to it: his Aura. His breathes are coming easier, and he's more at home teaching than that flustered mess that first breached the door and apologized to me. Okay Calla seriously quit it, you don't need to prepare for a battle. It's not like you're going to fight this Shira at any given point; he's a fucking tutor. Just ignore his bloody, ominously weak Aura. Put it out of your mind. Ugh, whatever talking to myself isn't helping . . . damn it.
Breaking the silence she just couldn't resist, finding herself in the same situation with Galen weeks ago. Of course the atmosphere in this case was completely different, but, that didn't matter; she desired to know. In fact, she needed to understand if she would be of any use in this entire 'study' session. "Mrrgrr, and would you please tell me why your Aura is so weak. Even a normal Human isn't that pathetic." She tried to stay herself at that point, but emotions are funny like that: they tend to make a person overreact. "Hell, some of my classmates can manipulate Ki just fine. Are you hiding something, mister Shira?"
Suddenly,a flush streaked across her face, as though she realized just how rude that had been after the fact, and obviously could not take any of it back. "Uhn, you don't have to answer that - that is if you don't want," she attempted to explain herself, probably to little avail considering how blunt she had been in the first place. "I'm so, so sorry - your presence is just a little troubling, and my better judgment vanishes when the prospect of battle is involved." It's true though, he felt strange, signaled out to her compared to every other soul in the library currently. Then again, she must feel the same to him - a fact she hadn't considered for a second.
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Last Edit: May 10, 2017 22:57:12 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shira wasn't sure why he felt so nervous. She was just another teenager, after all. His ki senses didn't detect any unusual energy other than some kind of faint trace. But even that was normal. Some people just gave off the tiniest bit of energy inside because of their fitness or athletic prowess. They weren't aware of their ki but they had just the tiniest bit of taste of it in their every day lives. It being the thing that allowed them to perform the incredulous feats that they could. So it wasn't energy related. No something else was bothering him. Was it just because she was a pretty girl? He had been on dates before. He had talked to girls. So why was this such an issue? This wasn't outside of his normal life. While she seemed bored and making herself comfortable- Shira couldn't help but casually bite the bottom of his pen. It helped him somewhat when he was stressed. He waited patiently as she tried to come up with a prompt - his own usually attentive eyes lost to the inner thoughts she had inside of her head.
He was far too wrapped up in his own. "It's not a terribly long session. Just one to two hours today. I can get through this without making a complete fool of myself," he assured himself. Shira didn't know her. So none of it mattered. He just needed to be himself. Let go of all this tension. Taking a deep breath once more, and exhaling calmly the teen felt the pressure inside of him ease. "My it's been a hot day," he said, hoping the explanation would suffice. It was then finally that she opened up her mouth - having been done with the assignment. He was glad. Something to distract his mind and get him into business and professionalism. A small smile appeared on his face as he listened to her prompt. It was a good one. There was some information behind the prompt that she might not have realized herself, but it made it important for him to learn his audience. Her prompt specifically mentioned on the impact of a person on other's, which demonstrated an awareness of introspection of the self on a societal level versus introspection of the self in regards to personal needs and value. Her prompt calls for an awareness in how one's actions affect others, their consequences and their benefits. So many teenagers were so self-centered that they never considered such things, nor thought to ask such things of others to consider.
The other half of the prompt called an attention to one's uniqueness. It inspired creativity from a writer to put themselves on a scope and analyze their own personal quirks or circumstances that make them unique. Analyzing one's uniqueness offered some comfort or appreciation of one's own life. He was glad she thought up such a thing. "Very good prompt. More interesting than the usual teacher will give you, haha," he laughed, amused for sure. The teen then leaned forward- scribbling down in his notepad some things as he worked to create an outline for an essay. As he scribbled some things down - he wasn't aware of her stirring to herself. His aura was passively suppressed as a result of his strict training. If he could suppress his energy without even thinking about it then he could do it without difficulty. The only time it was difficult to suppress his aura was when he was actually in combat. His adrenaline would kick in - his brain waves would spike in intensity as they coped with the situation and tried to process and make quick decisions.
Having finished the outline - he found himself quite startled by her outburst. Such a thing rarely came up. So she was a fighter. A warrior too. Her words were troubling though. She spoke like an outsider. Like someone who wasn't from around here. The way she characterized him. Human. As if she wasn't in that demographic. Good god was he dealing with ANOTHER Saiyan? "Hope she's nothing like Suusao, at least,"he prayed to himself. "I'm surprised you can sense that. The whole point of suppression is to prevent yourself from being detected by others. But it's also to control one's power to prevent it from affecting their surroundings," he explained calmly.
He supposed if one focused hard enough on a target that they could sense faint traces of power. But that required sight, concentration of mind, and no flaring power levels to overshadow it. He supposed the conditions were ripe for her to scan him and catch him in his suppressed state. "No, Calla. I am not hiding. I suppress my power to keep it in check of my surroundings. When you're as strong as we are it's important to suppress power levels if you want to have some semblance of camouflage," he continued. Being whatever she was- she likely didn't understand the need for suppression if it bothered her so much.
"I can't write on paper if my power level is active and I have enough strength to carry a bus on one finger. I can't play sports at school for their physical education programs if my power level makes me faster, stronger, and more alert than all the other kids by dozens of times. I can't stop my alertness, but I can make myself fit in with the other humans by lowering my power level. It's also good training for maintaining control over one's 'Ki'."
He maintained a soft smile by the end of the talk. It wasn't a lecture, a rant, or a scolding of any kind. He was merely explaining himself. He then walked on over to the blinds - closing them so that no one would see what he was about to do. "Now in exchange for showing you my power level and easing your concerns- I'd like you to explain your origin to me. I have a theory formed already, but assumptions are just that - assumptions," he said.
"Understand that I don't judge you if you're an off-worlder. In fact people like you are half the reason I tutor in the first place. A lot of humans are scared of the other races, and make excuses to get out of helping your kind adapt. I have had some experience dealing with Saiyans, and their half breeds; and am willing to get to know and understand any alien who wishes to co-exist peacefully."
Assuming there was no issue - the boy would power up gently inside the confined study space. A white aura would shine out in a shimmering glow across his body - the force of it contained to prevent anything from being blown back by the pressure. His power level wasn't much to brag about in comparison to the rest of the Universe. But for a human it surely wasn't half bad. And he was growing stronger with very session of training... every obstacle he put himself through. Inhaling deeply and exhaling outward - the teenager allowed his energy to roam freely for a little while. As long as he didn't try to interact with anything in the room - he wasn't at risk of breaking anything...
[WC: 1202] [TWC: 3372] [Full PL of 12,000+ revealed to Calla]
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