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[Thread Power Level: 169,699] [Ki Suppression On. Current PL: 5]
Galen couldn’t even remember the last time he was at South City, it felt like ages. It was probably back at the day when he was still starting his peregrination around the world in search for meaning, after the destruction of Goddodin, his home village. The Keeper of Korin’s Tower remembered that the city was amazing, even though a few decades prior to that it had faced a huge attack from the Saiyan Empire that nearly wiped it out of existence. Of course that there was still some damage left, not all that clear, mostly on the slums, but the scars of the Saiyan’s attack was still pretty much alive, just a tad bit more dormant now.
The Golden Flying Nimbus scratched through the skies above the city at its amazing speed, while Galen remained sit with his legs folded in a very relaxed position. He also sported a subtle smile on his face, enjoying the breeze that touched it, coming from the sea; it was a shame Korin’s Tower was so far away from the sea, because he did love it and the times he had spent on the southern islands were also very pleasant. At the very least he now had a lot of reasons to be there, since he had started training under the Turtle Hermit, which reminded him ”I should pay him a visit and show just how much I’ve improved since last time. Maybe Master Kame can teach me a new technique or something like that!” and the thought thrilled him a lot, making Galen chuckle.
In any case, the Flying Nimbus approached Calla’s school; Galen had been curious about it since he had never been to school in his life. Back at his day, he would be mostly home schooled by his parents before doing his chores at the farm and training at the Temple. He was a quite educated fellow, but he accomplished that most by himself. ”That must be it.” and upon spotting it, Galen hopped from the Flying Nimbus and landed inside a soccer field on it, startling and shocking the students and teachers alike; it wasn’t every day you would see someone falling from the sky out of nowhere.
Galen had been away from the normal civilization for so long he had kind of lost his touch and because of that he didn’t pay enough attention as to how he would be presenting himself. He ended up causing a huge ruckus because, well, he fell from the sky and he had a sword on his back and some odd style of clothes. People began screaming and running away, and the teachers were now calling for security. Still kind of clueless as to what was going on, he scratched the side of his head. ”Is this a fire drill or something?” he asked people around him, but they were too scared to say anything and just ran from him, leaving him even more confused.
Shira had officially finished the last of his classes. Taking his finals early and getting his diploma - the teenager was free from school. Honestly public school was far too easy for the teenage boy due to his mom's rigorous tutors she had sent him over the years. He had honestly went to school for the social experience. He didn't do the homework ever, but he did socialize and speak up in the classes. Some of his teachers loved him for his intelligence and others despised him for his rebelliousness. He was smart enough to do the work, but opted not too out of laziness, passive-aggression, or just sheer disobedience. He was no model student for sure, but they knew he was one of their smartest. He aced all of his exams without any trouble. He was no longer obligated to attend school.
This opened up a lot of free time for the Earthling warrior. There was much he planned to do with his new free time. He had training to do, plans to make for defending the planet. He was told of a great danger coming to Earth in the near future by a sorceress (his father's mother apparently). Having grown up with his mother and all the technological know-how that came with it- he had a hard time believing in the idea of magic and it's value, but there were many a book of detailed accountings of its presence in this world. Overtime magic's role in the world had diminished substantially, and thus began to seem like nothing but fiction as it retreated back into the shadows. Shira kept an open mind about it though, for obvious reasons.
If Ki, the spiritual energy of one's mind and body, could exist; then perhaps so too could the idea of a magical energy as well. One could not embrace one strange phenomenon and then dismiss a similar one so quickly. The teenager trusted that the message was likely real, though he hadn't the means to know for sure. He worried about the planet's security, and wanting to do everything he could. And he would do everything in his power that he could. But he had no idea what the issue was, whether it was external or internal. Perhaps the planet would be the target of a large galactic force, like the Saiyans? Even by Earthling standards he was a green fighter as far as the big leagues went. He wasn't ready to do much if that was the case. But if it was something internal - a ecological issue or a disease of some kind: he did have the means to do something about that. The brains and the resources to take care of what he perceived as trivial matters.
He tried to open himself to all the possibilities of his future. In the case of an external force he knew of powers that existed on this planet that would rise to defend it. He had felt Saiyan-like energy that was far above his own power consistently on this planet. Residents of a hybrid or refugee nature - he was sure. Though there was someone else he knew by presence, not by name or face. He could sense one's power level of an Earthling nature far above his own every now and again, though it blipped in and out. It was clearly a skilled fighter to regulate their power level in and out like that. He knew it a fool's errand to ever challenge its source - its immensity overwhelming to him. Alas he put his mind to rest of such thoughts. It was a strange thing for one to think about, and he had work to do in the present.
Not his work for the planet, but rather the little day-to-day things he found enjoyable. It was almost time for his session with Calla. Calla was a Saiyan he had been tutoring from South City High School for quite some time. An odd girl she was, but interesting and intelligent. Their sessions had been ongoing for a few weeks now - the girl making quick progress in her studies. Truthfully they were some of the better things in his life. Their sessions were fun, and also a good learning experience. She was rather special after all. She had the impulses, the strength, and the competitiveness of a Saiyan for sure, as one would expect from her heritage. But she had something the teenage genius found rare and curious - her Earthling parentage left her more conscious of her actions. It was especially more self-aware than he found from most Saiyans (Suusao's family in particular coming in mind to him). It made her very interesting to him. She had the capacity to be great, taking the best of both worlds she could very well shape herself into something (anything) she wanted to be. Alternatively he knew the clash of the two worlds could tear her apart if she wasn't careful.
It's part of why he was glad to be her tutor. He knew he could help her out if she was in trouble or needed guidance. He knew he couldn't completely make her like an Earthling, as her Saiyan heritage would always be part of her. But he hoped he could lead her down the right path. Cases like Calla's were exactly why he was tutoring after all. Perhaps she would want to embrace the Saiyan nature and want to be a warrior. Maybe he could shape her into someone who could help the planet. Alternatively maybe she would want to stay away from fighting and be a scholar - embracing her Earthling life a bit more. Figuring out which path she would take was all part of the fun.
The teenager stood under the shade of a nice pine tree in the spring sun as he waited for the girl to come out of class. His newfound freedom did indeed allow him more time, such as the ability to make his appointments. Normally they would meet at the library, but he saw no reason they couldn't have a nice chat. She knew about his powers, which made him feel comfortable suggesting they both fly toward their session. Alas he did not think it would happen - as the cries of the crowd were hysteric. The school was quiet, as children seemed to be running from the fields back inside. "What are they so afraid of?" the lad thought so curiously to himself, his red eyes staring at them with a interested focus. Blinking softly before turning his head from where they came from - he spotted a man in the distance (or at least what he thought was a man).
He sensed no energy from him. The teenager was relatively far away. Shira journeyed over, taking a nice normal human jog toward the man. He had no fear in his heart as he approached, as few beings on this planet could truly hurt him. And with the man being a non-combatant (at least in the arts of Ki) he wouldn't be a problem for Shira.
If only the teenage genius knew what he was getting himself into. And that the man he was about to meet was extra-ordinary.
[WC: 1200] [PL: Suppressed to 10... he's not as good at this as Galen is]
Galen was quite clueless of what was actually going on at that school. People were running like crazy and after a short moment, some security members came running towards him. They were all handling batons and they all glared at Galen, which made him realize that maybe they were running from him. ”Oh… Guys, what’s going on?!” he asked but they weren’t really on the mood of talking and the first two dashed towards him aiming to strike Galen’s head and legs, but they moved way too slow to his eyes and, effortlessly he dodged them while waving his arms apologetically. ”Wow, chill out! I’m sorry if I did something wrong, but I’m sure we can talk this through! Violence is not needed, okay?!” but his words only seemed to further anger the security and one came at him from behind with an electric baton, aiming to stun Galen, but once again he was faster.
The swordsman somersaulted backwards with an impulse that was impossible for a normal human being to reach and when he landed on the ground, he landed gracefully. ”Alright, since you guys don’t seem to want to listen, I will have to disarm you so we can talk. Hope you don’t get mad over that…” and the security growled in anger, but then Galen vanished, almost as if he had teleported himself. He reappeared by the side of one security and disarmed him with a slap way too fast for the normal human eye to see, only to vanished again, rinsing and repeating until they were all disarmed. That scared the shit out of them and they said they needed to call the police and left the place running in despair.
The human slapped his forehead. ”Oh boy, what a mess… I wonder if that was because of the sword…” and he couldn’t figure out why they were reacting like that.
Shira watched as he jogged on over to the scene of the incident as men tried and failed to catch what appeared to be a small man wielding a sword. The man was rather... small for someone causing so much chaos. And who the fuck brought a sword to a school? He couldn't think of any Earthling who would dare have the lack of common sense. Was it another goddamn Saiyan without manners? Shira was annoyed. He was tired of all these Saiyans causing scenes on Earth. Did they learn nothing from their history? By causing more problems they only made the locals more fearful and hateful of them, which is what would cause them to be kicked off the planet. Making scenes like this and causing chaos was not abiding by Earth's laws and way of life. It was just... stupid.
He watched with interested eyes as the man dodged and weaved across numerous guards trying to restrain him. He wasn’t a bad fighter. Given his apparent skill and the weapon in hand though - these men were in danger. None of them had the martial arts training he had, and none of them had a very high power level. They were insects trying to restrain a mouse. “Guess I have to get involved,” he muttered under his breath. He wasn’t really looking for a fight today. He hoped Calla would forgive him for being a little late while he handled this fiasco. “STAND BACK! THIS GUY ISN’T SOMEONE YOU CAN HANDLE!” he called to the guards as he released his power, a burst of wind emanating from him as he released his energy. They all began to flee from the scene in terror after the man showed his skills, slapping one with a speed even Shira had difficulty keeping up with. “Attacking innocent bystanders is an easy way to get your ass kicked,” Shira said with a glare. He was clearly very annoyed- especially after this man struck a man just doing his job.
With a burst of strength Shira charged at Galen. He had finally learned how to control his ki after months of training. It had taken him awhile, but he was finally beginning to tap into the true limits of his potential. He estimated his full power level to be around sixty thousand according to the scouters. Channeling his power- a bright light blue aura surrounding him as he charged at his face with his fist. If it connected it would knock the stranger a fair ways back, and hopefully away from the school...
Shira did not yet realize that this man was a legend who would show him the true power of an Earthling. But he would soon realize. He was but an ant approaching a lion.
Activated Last Resort (x3) which is now mastered as Shira is at 28,000. PL is now at 84,000 while in this state, and Shira striking for 4,200 PL at Galen. Plz be gentle </3
Just as he began to believe things were settling down, they weren’t. The security guards were leaving the place, running in fear from his impressive and seemingly otherworldly skills, but a kid approached and Galen stared at him with curiosity inside his dark eyes. ”Uhn?” he subtly exclaimed as he heard the boy shouting to the security guards before unleashing his power. Galen was quite surprised there was someone quite that strong in that school; he was far stronger than Calla, even though she was a saiyan and, as far as he could tell, this boy seemed like a regular human too, despite having such a big power level. ”Wow! His energy rose like crazy now!” the human spoke to himself, amazed by the surge.
Shira threatened Galen, but he didn’t quite understand it and just scratched his cheek with his right index finger, with a clueless expression on his face. ”I… I’m sorry kid, but I don’t think I attacked anyone… I kinda just disarmed them and stuff…” Galen began to explain, but to no end as the boy flared a powerful aura, becoming even stronger, much akin to Galen’s own Last Resort burst and that made his jaw to drop. ”What?! He can do that too?! It’s the first time I’m seeing a human with the same power I could display! That’s… Amazing!” and while he was immersed on his own thoughts, Shira wasted no time and dashed forward and sucker punched Galen in the face, sending him flying away.
He was caught by surprise by the attack and couldn’t react to it in time, but after he flew for a bit, he managed to maneuver midair and land back to the ground, handful feet away from the boy. Galen had a more serious expression on his face and touched his cheek with his hand, massaging it a bit, before staring back at the kid and cracking a gentle smile, followed by a light chuckle. ”Amazing! What power! It’s the first time I meet another human who can do that! What’s your name, kid?! Oh! My bad! I should introduce myself first! I’m Galen!” he said, chuckling as he made a polite bow to Shira.
Galen seemed completely unfazed by the punch and also rather thrilled with the boy’s power.
Shira looked at Galen with his dark red eyes curiously, an intensive gaze focusing on the swordsman. Something felt off about this lad. Shira couldn’t understand it, but even as he charged at him he felt something inside of him that screamed of danger. His brain telling him this was a bad idea. The primal instinct telling him this could get him killed. But he couldn’t understand it. This guy didn’t seem that tough to him! The lad had claimed innocence, as he only disarmed them. That seemed true enough… no one was injured. Just scared and their cheeks red from slaps. It still seemed unnecessary.
Punching the lad made Shira feel really good- affirming his own strength to himself as he landed what would normally be a good blow. The lad however didn’t realize his pride was mere folly. Shira watched as Galen floated in mid-air in response to his punch, recovering rather quickly as if he hadn’t been hurt by it in the first place. “What’s this guy made of? Steel? I feel like I nearly busted my hand on his face…,” Shira thought to himself, clenching his teeth as he seemed visibly annoyed. This guy seemed really giddy about getting hit - amazed by Shira’s power. By the way Galen spoke - it was clear that he was a human just like him.
It’s funny. Shira could have sworn he was a Saiyan by how giddy he got about Shira’s power. Perhaps he was simply an odd human. He introduced himself as Galen. It seemed like he had… some form of manners at the very least. He realized his mistake when he tried to ask Shira’s name without introducing himself first. It was like he hadn’t been around humans in a long time. He was socially awkward and weirdly strong. Just who was this guy? “Shira Yoshida. If you really don’t have bad intentions, then drop the sword by your feet. Bringing a weapon to a school is a really dumb thing to do. You’ve caused a lot of trouble and scared a lot of folks,” Shira said harshly, his gaze still rather fierce on the swordsman. The teenage warrior crossed his arms, clearly disapproving of the lad’s behavior.
“Lots of these men probably thought you intended to cut down the teenagers or the adults who teach here. There have been shootings and other horrible incidents in the past for unstable freaks trying to hurt kids. In the future keep your sword at home. Now what are you doing at South City High School today?” he asked, staring him down intensively until he would answer. He hoped that the lad wasn't here for anything troublesome.
Thread Pl: 3,021/12,084 Gibidi had been really enjoying himself lately, so much so that he was actually humming as he moved through the streets of this S-ou-h Cit-a. He was attracting a few odd glances at his musical talent (or lack therof), but he by large moved almost completely unharmed through the area, enjoying the taste of the ice cream cone he found. However, a small niggle of discontent stopped him from completely enjoying his afternoon. The Majin behemoth still hadn't met anyone that could actually give him a decent challenge, and found a grand total of 0 people that he could absorb to give him more power. Gibidi's mouth twisted into a sullen pout and he chucked the ice cream cone across the street to splatter all over some poor businessman's tailored suit. "Gibidi need to find someone strong or else Gibidi leave." The more the Majin considered this idea, the more it appealed to him. After all, everyone knew that you could travel to the dots in the sky if you wanted to enough! Happy, the Majin skipped across the street, which nearly caused a rather large accident due to the subsequent shaking of the ground.
As soon as the warrior got to the other side however, he stopped short, nearly causing the woman behind him to crash straight into his back. "STRONG GUYS! WHERE WHERE?" The warrior began looking everywhere around him, but still not budging and inch. The woman grew angry, "HEY IDIOT, MIND GETTING OUT OF THE WAY? YOUR HOLDING US ALL UP!" The caffine-deprived citizen even when so far to attempt to kick the Majin in the knee, only to find her foot sink into Gibidi's biomass. "GIBIDI GO TO STRONG PEOPLE!" A purplish aura burst into existence around the Majin and his helpless hitchhiker, and together the flew into the air towards the source of the energy signatures.
Gibidi would land to the side of the two humans, clapping his hands with almost childish delight. "You two stronger than Gibidi, how did you do that? Gibidi wants to know!" Almost as an afterthought, the Majin released his passenger, who ran off towards the building, screaming. Pwc: 360 Hope you two don't mind if I butt in
Last Edit: Jul 26, 2017 15:08:23 GMT -5 by Deleted
The boy seemed rather annoyed his attack didn’t do much against Galen and he knew how he felt. ”I remember the first time I fought Saki… Damn, he was like a brick wall I couldn’t even nudge!” and he was beginning to see a little bit of him in that boy. In any case, his name was Shira and by the tone he was speaking in, he was quite irritated with Galen and shortly after saying his name, he explained why: it was all about the sword. Galen arched his brows and widened his eyes in surprise and stared at the hilt of the blade over his right shoulder with a kind of clueless expression before turning back his gaze to the boy as he continued scolding the swordsman.
He explained that the security guards probably believed he meant harm to them or the young ones and that was why they attacked. ”Oh…” he said with genuine surprise, as if he was beginning to understand the whole scenario he was in. When he finally finished, Galen bowed even more than before, apologetically. ”I’m so sorry for the mess… I’ve been travelling around the world, mostly through the wilderness for so many years that I forgot people in the city can get scared easily.” he said, before straightening his back to stare right at Shira’s eyes. ”Still, I can’t drop my sword. It is the memento of my village and my parents. But I can give you my word I mean no harm.” he added. ”As for why I am here. Well… I came to visit a friend. Her name is…” but before he could continue speaking, he sensed someone approaching and immediately stared at its direction, only to see a Majin holding a guy. ”What?!” he exclaimed, once again surprised; this day was full of weird things happening!
”Who… Who are you?” he asked, not quite as alarmed since he let go of the man he was holding, but Galen was wary of the newcomer and ready for anything. But he would rather not have to resort to violence in any way.
Well this weirdo was certainly a pain. The way he was looking back at a sword. Could someone really be so forgetful that they forgot they were carrying a weapon around with them? Was it always on their person? Perhaps he just wasn’t around civilized life much. It was clear that the concept of carrying weapons around in a city being unsafe had not crossed his mind. Such a law was basic. It separated the criminals from the average citizens. If everyone carried a sword or gun with them in the city it would be harder to catch criminals of a robbery or even a murder. “Well then wanderer I suppose you need to get re-acquainted with city life and how it works here,” he said whilst crossing his arms with a frown. “The laws are stricter here. The area has a much higher concentration of civilians and thus has laws to protect those bystanders from potential harm. It may work differently up in the mountains or wherever you came from, but if you wanna tour the city without being harassed constantly by the local authorities - it’s easier if you leave the sword at home.
My opinion really doesn’t matter. Though even if it did - I would be suspicious about letting a guy walk around with a sword whose skin was tough enough to withstand even my fist without any serious damage. Even if he merely ‘gave me his word’.”
An abnormally strong human with a sword walking around South City unattended. The idea seemed rather foolish. “Since you openly refuse to drop your weapon or take it home - I suppose the best I can do is accompany you. Trying to pick a fight in a public space would be problematic to say the least. No one here can defend themselves like I can - and a skirmish would merely put them in harm’s way.
Does this escort situation seem like a fair trade then?” he asked with a serious brow. He wasn’t really asking. The teenager had a rather dominant presence about him despite his lack of battle power. It was rather clear that he was young, but brave. Just then however he finally had to direct his attention toward the strange pink bubblegum creature. “Sup Bubblegum,” Shira greeted nonchalantly. The creature was rather primitive in thought process. It’s sentence structure was not great. For what stupid reason were all these weirdos bothering the city today? “We’re strong because we trained to be so. It’s that simple really,” he explained to the creature. He said nothing about the passenger who screamed in fright. This thing did not give off malice or evil to the young human. It was simply a simple creature that wasn’t conscious of concepts like morality and consequences. “Now… Gibidi was it? Scaring people is not nice. Try not to shout too much and calm down a little, okay? I might even play with you later if you behave…,” he said with a smile. He really just wanted all this trouble to cease.
This was just supposed to be a day of his tutor session with Calla. He didn’t expect so much drama. But then again - when did he ever?
Galen chuckled a bit and scratched the back of his head once again. ”I suppose you are right!” he said when Shira mentioned he needed to get used to the city life again even though deep inside he didn’t want it. The human was never a city boy. Having grown up in a small village quite distant from a great center such as South City, he was never very knowledgeable regarding how people of the metropolis lived or behaved, nor did he has any interest in it and, in the few times he visited his sister in East City, he wouldn’t get out of the house and just chill there alongside Esther, her husband and her kids, who very much liked Uncle Galen.
In any case, the boy seemed quite suspicious and when he began speaking about laws and rules, Galen yawned in boredom, showing little to no interest in that subject and his interested was only poked again when Shira said he would be accompanying him as he didn’t want Galen to be picking up a fight in public or harming people and that made him arch one of his brows, quite curious as to what the boy was actually taking him for. The human folded his arms in front of his chest and, in a stubborn fashion, shook his head.
”This is too troublesome! I don’t want to hurt people, why would I do that anyway? I pledged my life to protect this world. That’s why those weird rules don’t apply to me. I guess I should’ve stayed home, no wonder people dislike us earthlings so much, we are indeed annoying when we want to be!” he complained with a frowned brow, but then, on the other second, his expression changed yet again and he smiled to Shira. ”I just came here to visit a friend, even though I’m not so sure she is here right now!” he revealed before chuckling a bit and approaching Shira with a sort of mischievous expression. ”And don’t be so strict! If people here were so fragile, you wouldn’t be able to throw a punch like that! You lack technique, that’s for sure! It was some sort of random street fighter punch, but you do have power! So… How are there so many strong people in this normal school? It’s so… Surprising…” he said, once again gazing away from the boy and staring at the school with curiosity in his eyes.
WC: 438
TWC: 2,032
OOC: Since Gibidi is gone, let’s pretend he never joined xD
Shira looked at the swordsman with a raised eyebrow. What the hell was his deal? He acted as if he was one of those X-Fighters he heard of or some shit. Preaching about how he was a protector or some nonsense. How could Shira have never heard of him then? Then again… Shira squinted at Galen some. He did seem a little bit familiar. The few traces of energy Shira had felt when the two had engaged. Was he at the World Martial Arts tournament? It was hard to tell.. Shira had gotten their a bit late and missed a few matches.. And his seats were rather dull. Could it be.. That Galen was one of those famed warriors? It was hard to tell. He wasn’t exactly showing off his power right now. He certainly showed some signs of it though. Having taken no damage from Shira’s punch indicated a pretty high power level. His battle with the Kold Demon had shown that much. “... Did… you just call me annoying?” he asked with a glare, his red eyes narrowed and a slight vein bulging out from anger. This guy was probably the rudest dude he had ever had the misfortune of dealing with. “If you’re as pure and holy as you say you are, then my accompanying you shouldn’t be a problem!” he said before gritting his teeth. Realizing he was letting the swordsman get to him however, Shira took a beat and sighed. Exhaling as he let the anger filter out of his system - he returned to his calmer composure. So he was here to visit a friend? That wasn’t too suspicious he supposed. Though he wondered who it might be. He supposed they would settle that as they journeyed around town.
Galen then pointed out that humans couldn’t be that fragile if he was able to throw a punch like that. To that Shira smirked, finding some amusement from the sentiment. “Well. I would say I’m the exception to the rule. Most of us haven’t been training since we could walk. And I still couldn’t compare to whatever crazy routine, diet, or experiment you had to go through to take one of my punches without any damage,” he said, the last sentence ending in a rather blank, serious stare. It did bother him a little after all. Being so weak he couldn’t even deal damage at max power.
“I’m also not a student of this school. I’m actually a tutor for one of the students, one of the Saiyans that’s been living here named Calla. She was supposed to meet me today for her session until this craziness happened. I suppose I’ll just have to cancel with her though…,” he said with a frown. As much as he enjoyed their sessions he just.. Needed to make sure nothing happened with this. He couldn’t help but be worried that letting this guy loose without supervision would not be a good idea…
Galen blinked twice when Shira asked if he was calling him annoying and, being honest as he was, he hesitated for a moment but then nodded. ”Y-yeah, a little bit.” he stuttered a bit, and then he shrugged. ”And, sure, tag along, it will be fine to have some company for a change!” he said, recovering the goofy smile he had on his face; Galen was usually all by himself in the Tower and even though he was the protector of the Karinga tribe and had plenty of interactions with them, they were very far from civilized humans to help Galen improve his social skills, so Shira could really come in handy.
When he said that most of them didn’t train, Galen nodded. ”That’s true. Back on my village, only a handful of people ever trained and I was among them. We trained at the Orin Temple to help protect it from some villains. That was when it all started. I was still a little kid.” he revealed and when Shira mentioned his crazy diet or training routine to withstand his attack unfazed, Galen chuckled for a moment, but before he could start explaining, the boy mentioned he wasn’t a student, but a tutor and revealed he knew Calla, and that made Galen’s smile widened quite a bit.
”Calla is the reason I came here today. I wanted to check up on her since I helped her control her Monkey form.” he chuckled, casually revealing he was strong enough to handle a Great Ape without much problems. But this had been too much of half words and between the lines, so Galen took a deep breath and let go of his ki suppression skill, revealing his true power.
[Power Level: 169,699]
”If you can sense power, then this is my unrestrained power, but this is not even five percent of my full potential.” and he had a more serious expression. His tone, however, sounded completely honest and he wasn’t bloating.
My apologies to Galen for not posting in this thread further. Due to IRL and IC circumstances I found myself struggling to maintain muse for this character.
I'll take Zenni. If possible I would like the zenni gained to be directly transferred to Heizen instead of Shira as I do not intend on using this account further.
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