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Power Level: 159,612 Katchin Weights EQUIPPED: 39,903He had a lot on his mind following recent events. These thoughts, they don't slow the warrior down. Evil or good, he is a true warrior, of good stock. Carva currently trains by himself, having secluded himself for three days following the events with the Queen. The two had engaged in battle and nearly destroyed the Palace, mostly due to their enormous powers. Enormous or not Carva still felt that his own power was nothing.
Sweat poured down the forehead of the quickly advancing prodigy as his fists struck the speed bag in his gravity chamber, a bright blue aura blazing off of Carva. He could feel pain, fatigue...he could feel the burn building within his biceps as he hit the bag with lightning fast jabs, his sharp knuckles leaving an impression on the bag. He had a lot to think about.
Ash. Ash was a strange being which Carva had the misfortune of encountering during a simple test of training. The creature couldn't be sensed, and as Carva thought about it...the more he thought about it...his eyes narrowed in frustration. Not only had this creature shown amazing strength but it had some sort of magic which not even this genius of a warrior could place. It'd made him experience those terrible memories and at the same time, unleashed his true strength. But something didn't sit right with Carva...something just wasn't right at all, even as Carva transitioned into his next kata and began a series of vicious kicks to a body bag nearby.
His solid black armor gleamed in the light as he flew through the air, thrusting his left heel into the bag with such force that the chain holding it began to weaken. His increased anger would intensify his attacks, each time his hair beginning to flash blonde and go straight back to black moments after.
It was obvious to anyone watching that the warrior was training this powerful form he'd attained, so much to where he'd become obsessed with perfecting it. True it wasn't quite synchronized perfectly yet, but anyone watching would see the scary progress the Dark Knight of Saiya was making.
Suddenly...Carva stopped. The hair on the back of his neck would stand up as he sensed a familiar ki, the bags under his eyes telling a story of sleepless nights of training. He'd look through the corner of his eye at a shadowy form standing there...watching. He'd grunt. "Who the Hell let you in here?" Wc: 426
Thread PL: 68,975 Weighted PL: 17,243Rensu had a number of thoughts encircling his mind, too. Between the nightmarish exchange between Carva and Kinoko. Training under Tarro temporarily as well as seeing his superior nearly eradicated. It took a toll on him. His morale. His spirit. Not in the sense that he was disheartened, but instead thrown forth into an area of wonder and questioning. Someone capable of achieving Super Saiyan was nearly erased. Like a scribble to an eraser. It was just amazing and defied all of which was thought possible. And, Carva. Carva and the Queen. The two Saiyans, they- they obtained a power above Super Saiyan. Their hair remained golden but their overall composition was that of nightmarish details. The bulk, the apparent permanent agalthesia being produced. The power? They were mortal gods.
Carva addressed him. He finally noticed him watching how he trained. It was certainly something to see. The way he trained was like he was fighting. Or killing. There was no mercy to be given. Not even for a training bag. It sent chills down the runts spine. His arms folded over one another. Rensu flexing them, in effort to make himself seem bigger. Like animals, these Saiyans were. His biceps flexed, back straight and jaw tightened. All the signs of total bracing. "Is it important to know? You told me we were training here, anyways." Ren answered. His eyes trying to keep from Carva's out of a mix of fear and respect. The hulking power displayed by the elder did that to him.
The Dark Knight had no quarrel with the younger Saiya-jin, but at the same time...Carva's mood had soured. There was a jealousy brewing in the warrior the likes of which could only have been explained at professional. But was it deeper? He looked down for a moment, remembering the way his sensei and Tarro had exchanged glances. Honestly, he didn't know the true story but that didn't matter to Carva. His Saiya-jin blood did make him quite brutal, very territorial in terms of being an alpha male. Every movement he made and every statement...it showed this.
But he had to put these thoughts behind him. He tapped his chin as he gave his young training partner a once over. He stroked his chin, long tail swaying behind him like a big cat circling it's prey...vicious, ready to pounce. "Hrm...I can feel that your power has increased since our last encounter. This is good. This is excellent, because I will need you in top condition. Mistress Tomina...she needs strong men, like you and I for her squad. Do you understand this?"
He was very business, less casual and cocky than usual. Something had come over the warrior over these past few days, a drowsiness shown in his eyes as he stood there. For three days straight, he'd been training...no sleep, no food. Just water. Carva cracked his neck and moved over to a mini fridge in the corner, mist pouring from it as he pulled out two bottles covered in what appeared to be frost. Vegetean Beer. He tossed the bottle to Rensu and cracked the other open for himself, taking a big swig. "Drink up, kid. Relax. I'm not going to kill you."Wc: 289
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
The boy's own tail swayed with ease. Showing he wanted to be relaxed. But the aura cast over by Carva still induced an underlying fear in the lad. It felt like he simply wasn't allowed to relax. As if he needed an order before anything else. That was the general feeling that was put into Rensu's heart when he stood around Carva. It was just what he projected forth. Be it on purpose. Or not. That was it. Rensu followed his silent prompt. Walking forward and into the light. Not sheltered by the darkness that he once did. One could call it poetic, no matter how mundane the action may have been. Coming to the light and all of that.
Rensu stood across Carva. His eyes eased and softened as he was instructed to relax. While Carva exuded the qualities of a Saiyan to the very T, Ren did not. His eyes were with ease. His face was tough but still rounded at the cheeks. It was strange. He boasted pride but not how his fellowship did. Carva offered a drink. The boy grabbing it hastily and fumbling momentarily. The slippery object in his hands befire being settled. The cap being popped up with his thumb and a hesitant sip taken. He tried taking it down and did it, but with trouble. "...Grk..!" He grunted. The taste was rough. It shook his throat and spiced it up even if the taste was not inherently spicy. "R-right. Understood..." He replied. His voice hushed from the new taste of alcohol.
There was no shortage of fear from the new cadets as it pertained to Carva. The warrior had seemingly appeared out of nowhere during the Saiya-jin's takeover of Brench and dominated on the battlefield, using simply his lowest form of False Super Saiya-jin. Then to turn around and take the Queen herself to her limits, that didn't hurt things. Carva was, in fact, a monster. Standing at near seven foot tall he would cast a huge, imposing shadow over Rensu. The glower painted on his face was a sure sign of the anger, jealousy, and hate Carva began to harbor following those events.
He sauntered over to Rensu, sitting down next to the young warrior in the lotus position, commonly called "Indian style" by Earthlings. He knew Rensu would turn to face him, following his actions people were not at ease around him. As his lips curled upwards into a smirk, a strange pride was aglow in his dark brown, almost onyx eyes. He stroked his five o'clock shadow. "You've definitely grown since last I saw you, if not in height but in power. Have you been training hard? I can tell there is something different about ya, kid. I'd almost say that I'm proud, but you've yet to prove my assumptions of your power."
He knew Rensu. He knew that this youngster harbored the same blood he did, and right now he also knew that he promised Rensu training. He was at a quarter of his strength thanks to those magical gauntlets he'd took from those rebellious blue trash bags. The Brenchians foolish enough to challenge the slave driver himself...but he was ready for the kid. He knew that his words would incite the rage of Rensu, and that's what he wanted. A Saiya-jin's true strength came from his rage. Carva smirked again. "You're still weak though. Are you certain you can handle round two?"Wc: 318
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Ren watched as Carva moved and ended up sitting before him. He was seated beside the youth, which bode somewhat troublesome for the lad to speak to the elder efficiently. He ended up having to move forth and circle around Carva. Ending in the lad sitting parallel to the elder. Across from him, Rensu copying Carva and sitting down in the lotus position as well. The Vegetean brew positioned beside the boy's leg. He listened carefully to what his elder need say. He seemed to be complimenting him? Well...okay. It felt quite foreign. Being told he was growing. Especially by another Saiyan. The warrior race was far from that of patters on the back. And a veteran like Carva wasn't the most likely to do so. Not from sight alone, no.
But. He brought up the training request. And then he mentioned how much stronger the two of them had became. He asked if Ren was even prepared for a second round of training. He went as far as to call the youth a weakling. As if he wasn't ready. Lucky for Carva, Rensu seemed to have a death wish of some kind. It was strange; How willing the boy was to throw himself into danger? Perhaps it was a coming of age thing. Or purely a Saiyan trait of sorts. Regardless, Carva's words seemed to agitate the boy. His grip on the alcohol in his hand tightened. Visibly so, his knuckles tensed ans his fingers tightened resulting in an audible crack of glass. "Yes. I'm ready, Carva-san." Ren replied. He wasn't fully angry. But...Carva knew how to really piss the kid off. It'd happen eventually.
From a very young age, the one known simply as Carva had a mastery over ki even when he had no idea of what it was. He had no idea why, but when a strong warrior would pass him as a young boy the signs would become evident. His hair standing up on end, his blood pumping. At the time he didn't know why these things had occurred but he knew he was special. So when he was able to sense Rensu's growth, it came as no surprise.
The warrior pushed himself to his feet, his long tail swishing behind him as he walked a few paces away from the kid. "You should consider yourself lucky, Rensu. It is not everyday that I see potential in one such as yourself ..." he looked at his reflection in the sanitized floor of chamber, thinking to himself. "...he almost reminds me of myself at his age. Of course, by his age, I'd destroyed small planets." He smirked at his thought. At Rensu's age, his abusive uncle had molded him into a monster.
"Now you can feel it, can't you? This entire room...my entire home...it is a gravity chamber. My slave, Aphradite, maintains the grounds and tech. Turns out, Herans have many talents." He chuckled to himself, throwing a few swift punches at the air. His movements were fluid, almost as if working in such conditions were second nature to Carva. It was. He held his head high, and boasted. "I've become quite used to this level of gravity, you know. Because I am a warrior...born to fight. You must realize that this way of life is one in which you live, sleep, eat, and breathe training. It may seem boring to some, but I find it quite entertaining."
The eerily calm Carva sauntered over to Rensu, raising an outstretched, knife edged palm to the forehead of the kid. Only his index finger would barely touch Rensu's crown and suddenly, faster than the eyes could see...he'd clench his fist and strike Rensu's forehead with great force, yet his fist was no more than an inch away. This was the first strike...and Carva? His demeanor remained icy. It was time to show the kid what he could really do. Melee attack attempted for 1,995 dmg! Sp: 3/3
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
<Carva-san...so cocky. His arrogance is a huge trait. Damn it. Damn you. I'll be stronger than you. Just wait..> Rensu thought to himself. His thoughts would render Carva to laugh at him. Perhaps berate him for insolence. Possibly insult his big dreams. Not that it mattered. Rensu had grown uncaring. Well, kind of. Carva's words and musings on being a true Saiyan still effected him strongly. He had to wonder what he lacked. What he was missing. What needed to be done before he was considered a true Saiyan among Saiyans. Agh.
There he went. Bragging. Boasting. Just kind of babbling. Rensu grew numb to it. He spoke of his Heran mistress and her talents and yada yada yada. Whatever. What piked the lad was Carva's gravitational influence. The home was modified. Which meant more power yields. Fantastic. Rensu's grip on the Vegetean brew tightened further. He felt Carva's fingers graze against his forehead and settled where comfortable. His eyes narrowed in wonder. The results just pissed the boy right off. He was sent flying backwards and into a wall. Between not being ready and weaker than his instructor? Rensu felt his hand become cut and sliced due to him suddenly crushing the beer in hand. Glass dropping from him and anger rushing into his blood. His heart pumping. His heart beating faster than ever. His eyes void of emotion other than wrath. He recovered quickly.
Bouncing off of the wall and levitating through flight. His body stretched out and arms extended as well as legs. Each hand open and fingers unfurled. His mouth agape. "D-daga! Daga! Daga kotowaru! I REFUSE! He shouted. He refused to losing. He hated this. This weakness. Carva was taking advantage of his weaker disposition and wouldn't get away with it. He refused! Rensu rushed back into Carva. Attacking relentlessly with quickly timed strikes. His offence restless and without halt. His defense was dropped to zero, though..
The gravity pressed down upon his large shoulders, the warrior already covered in sweat from a previous training session. Rensu would be able to see the scrapes and bruises on Carva's fit form, though the hybrid wore them like medals of honor, signs of sheer dedication. For all of his cockiness, the warrior had set himself to a cause and showed complete loyalty to the King and his Kingdom.
This wasn't a blind loyalty. This was a yearning, a hunger to belong. For what had once been a man with no army was now a man with forces to command, being right below Tomina in the chain. She was his direct supervisor and Sensei.
Carva's fist struck the youngster in the head forcefully, sending him skidding back into the wall with great force. His lips curled upward into a sinister smile. "I'll give you this, Rensu..." he chuckled. "...you can take a hit. Oooooo...and I can almost feel the anger burning within you! This is good! Use that anger, channel it!"
A Saiya-jin's anger, alongside their pride, was their greatest weapon. At least that is what Carva had always been taught. Though it was noticeable that the warrior was seemingly calm at all times, and playful even. At this point, thanks to the Katchin Weights, he was only half of Rensu's current power level. So he was having himself a challenge, and the excitement in his eyes? It showed it.
So as Rensu came at him hard, bringing the heat, he did his best to block a few of the hits. But inevitably, one of rhe fists would strike Carva in the lip, a gush of coppery tasting blood filling his mouth. He didn't lose his cool...he would catch Rensu's wrist with his offhand, and strike forward at his abdomen with his right elbow! "Left yourself open, kid!"
Wc: 310
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Carva played a significant role in Rensu's rising anger, sure. The way he held himself. The older man was so sure of himself and his abilities. Like he was invincible. He reached a point in his life where he seemed to believe he was straight up undefeatable no matter what. Rensu both admired it and hated it all the same. He wished he could be so cocky and arrogant in battle. He envied how Carva felt little to no pain. He was by definition of a Saiyan. The lad was doing it all wrong, wasn't he? His anger was driving him but he just couldnt compete, at least it felt like it. No. He couldn't let himself fall, it'd do worse than better for him. So as Rensu rushed into Carva, he was engulfed by his emotions. His anger lead every punch and kick. He forgot how much faster and well tuned Carva's reflexes were compared to his own, even.
A sense of satisfaction washed over the boy when he felt his fist meet skin. The other Saiyan's blood staining his fist and making his knuckle red. However, the response was more than enough to juice the kid's rage further. A sharp elbow impaled the lad's stomach, Carva having grabbed him by the wrist and countering accordingly. Rensu giving a mighty huff as the air was taken from him quickly. An acute, sharp pain jolting his limbs. A quick recovery did follow, the boy yanking his hand back and away from Carva. He landed on his feet, taking a few steps back. Eyes narrowed and brows furrowed with wrath. His pupils small and trembling with hatred. For Carva, no. For his own weakness, yes. Unfortunately, this enraged state remained a constant about now. It wasn't going to be shaken off just yet. Perhaps after a few blows but not now. If Carva wanted, he could've toyed with the teenager and drew his rage out even further if he so pleased. It was like Rensu was reverted to a primal Saiyan, himself.
His hesitant nature was replaced by war-fueled tendencies now. While there was distance between he and Carva, Ren stood tall. Standing upright and fists tightened by his waist. His nails digging through his palm and forcing drips of his warm blood to fall. Louder drops made due to the heightened gravity. His jaw clenched and tightened, he could feel the stress being applied to his shoulders and back. However, he needed to stay standing and strong. His rage shifted. From boisterous and obvious, to silent fury. The only giveaways being his narrowed eyes and slightly pursed lips. Perhaps the boy had found his backbone. He'd dart forward once again. Aiming to rush Carva down, though a little more intelligently, this time.
Like an animal, he jumped from right to left methodically. Wanting to mix his opponent up to his best ability, making sure Carva couldn't predict where he'd be attacking from. The moment he did manage to close in on the hulking Saiyan, he dropped to the ground and tackled upwards. Rensu's goal being to smash into Carva's abdomen and pin him to the ground. The main event of this attack being a furious, hate filled flurry of punches aimed cor Carva's skull. Interestingly, as Rensu attacked, his Saiyan genetics seemed to be in overdrive. His tail waving sporadically and wildly, each hair seemed to stand up. Tackle & Pin Assault (Basic Melee) for 871 damage if successful. The tackle is more of a grab than real attack.
Carva was everything he hyped himself up to be and more, an Elite in every sense of the word. For every action his younger opponent could possibly think of takiny, Carva would likely find a counter. So it was no big suprise that the hybrid chose to remain calm even as the young Saiya-Jin literally went ape shit crazy on him.
The grab came as a surprise though. He felt himself hit the ground hard, his shoulders bouncing slightly up from the metal, held down by the increased gravity. Rensu's blows bounced off of his chiseled chin and jaw like raindrops and he could feel the hatred and anger behind them. Carva recognized this as something he himself had experienced before, but showed no signs of letting up himself. His calm demeanor would lead to a very old, very strategic move.
He'd take a few blows to the face in order to achieve his ultimate goal. For even as Ren attacked relentlessly, Carva's bleeding, swollen lips would curl upward into a sinister grin. The youngster probably hadn't even noticed his large hand, wriggled free of Ren's hold...but he would no doubt notice as his straight, unprotected tail would be grabbed and squeezed with all of Carva's massive strength. Once Ren was stunned, he'd shove the boy to the ground and move to a knee...laughing. "You fail to realize, boy..." his grin faded. "...with age comes experience. If I were you, I'd train away that weakness before it becomes a hindrance in future battles...with people who won't be so easy on you. They'd exploit the weakness and kill you on the spot...however, this is merely training."
The man spoke with a surprising amount of wisdom, unheard of from the normally brash hybrid. He'd push himself to his feet easily and charge forward, his own tail wrapped tightly around his waist like a built. Carva has been subject to his Uncle's form of abusive training...shock treatments to his tail. If Ren were to keep up, he'd have to train away that weakness. Wc: 345 Melee Attack flavored as a tail grab! 1,995 dmg!
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
The thing about fighting Carva was that anything you did, anything you tried, did jack all. Like it didn't even matter. Every punch that Rensu delivered connected, sure, but at the cost of his knuckles bouncing off of the man's face. Truth be told, he felt weak. Carva simply laid there and smiled. Taking each hit as if they were candy or medicine. Rensu could feel himself remaining angry. It just pissed him off! "Darn you, darn you, darn you!!" The boy shouted with each punch thrown. As if each darn was timed to a specific blow. Rensu's agitated assault was, obviously, for naught. As he was forced to stop. Carva hadn't grappled the boy's hands, but instead grabbed something else. Rensu's eyes had opened and darted to his hind side. He'd left himself open. And Carva had optimized, grappling the boy's tail.
Thrown aside, Rensu was sat on his knees and hands. Agony. Pure, unfiltered agony. That was the only thing that could describe the amount of pain that was shooting through the boy's body. He should've remembered that flaw, but failed to consider whether or not his opponent would have even used it against him. Then again; It was Carva after all. Of course he'd act on the boy's weakness in tail strength. "Nngh! C-Cheat! Cheater!" Ren grunted. His left eye was closed out of pain, his other eye trying to keep open. His hands planted to the ground, fingers tensing and tightening against the floor. He had to act and adapt. Now.
The boy slammed his fist against the ground angrily. He had to numb his tail. This training session would not end here. Not like this. He just needed little time!Stunned from tail grab! [PT-1] Tail Mastery being attempted for learning in thread.
A technique such as this...it was normally frowned upon in a real battle. Carva knew this, and he meant no dishonor by grabbing the boy's tail. But as he held it in his hand, he made a valid point. "Tch. It sickens me to resort to such a technique. But what you need to understand is that not all warriors will keep honor in mind. In a real battle, if you are unprepared...an enemy will see tail weakness as an advantage. I, however, am merely proving this point."
"Think about it, Ren." His large hand would slowly uncool itself from the boy's tail, his knees straightening as he stood. He folded his arms across his chest, a trickle of blood sliding down his lip. "You were hitting me with everything you had, tearing into my flesh like a Namekian Wheat thresher. And...in one move, I completely stopped your momentum. As I've said...not every warrior will fight with the honor we Saiya-jins hold so dear. I want that tail weakness gone by the next time we train."
"Now..." he gave the boy an opportunity to gain his bearings, but he himself spaced his legs apart. He'd draw his arm back, upturned with the fist clenched at his side. His other arm would be bent at the elbow, up before him as he faced Rensu sideways. Smirking, he asked. "...shall we continue? You have my word, on my honor, that I will not grab your tail again. It is..." his face turned to disgust. "...unbecoming of a true Saiya-jin warrior, and not something that I enjoy doing." Wc: 269
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Rensu was still experiencing a deep pain. Even as Carva gave his speech and dialogue, the man's hand was still tightly gripping the lad's tail. It mattered now how much it disgusted him or how important this lesson in combat would be, no, it still hurt like one true son of a bitch! Ren could respond in grunts and nods, as his voice would simply crack had he even tried to speak back and give his more detailed thoughts on the matter. He could only agree, though. Realistically, his opponent more than likely would have no qualms about sneaking up or outright snatching his tail just to take advantage of his stunned state. He'd need to learn how to keep his tail in check. But, truth be told, as Carva held it he could feel himself feel less and less pain. A light electricity that was preceded by the initial lightning strike. The moment Carva let go of him, Rensu scrambled to his feet. Distancing himself from Carva.
He stood up, now. His eyes watching his elder carefully. Every drop of blood, every drip, every small and thin stream of crimson liquid that fell from the man was noted and found. Seen as a sign of progress. He was hurting him, just not on the surface. The tough part was making Carva wince or flinch. Anything like that could be ruled out as impossible, but Ren knew there had to be some sort of way to make it happen. "I guess you're right. Anyone else would do just that. Consider it gone, it won't happen again. Ever." Ren stated. Confirming Carva's demand. That, followed by his elder restarting their battle by entering his stance and giving him the OK to advance.
Taking a breath, Rensu dashed forward. Though this time in short bursts, wanting to make his method of attack a bit more ambiguous. He wanted to get close, and the moment he did then he would attack. As the battle went on, he could be found learning. He learned how to fight here, but he could feel some of Carva's style trickling into his brain. This was made apparent as he had simply stopped before his elder and reeled back. His fist was brought back but suddenly dropped in favor of an opening headbutt. His own smaller cranium aimed to make impact against Carva's.[he]Attempting basic melee.
As he stood there in his fighting stance, Carva found himself brought back to his Uncle's training of his power during his early years. It was rough, to say the least. Rubega had beaten this lesson about the tail into him, literally. Physically, Carva showed a very old scar on his left arm, the skin looking to have melted and healed over. This was the arm he held back behind him and seemed to be his dominant arm, as electricity began dancing along the fingertips of his left hand. Silently charging a ki attack.
It was in that moment of deep thought that Carva had lost focus for but a moment, so what would happen next should have come as no surprise. He felt the boy's hard skull collide with his own, around the bridge of his nose. His vision blurred for moment as he stumbled backwards and grunted. "Uhnf..."
Catching his balance with his weak leg, he'd slide in and thrust his strong leg up into the air, straight into the shorter Rensu! His heel would be aimed toward the solar plexus, intended to knock the boy's breath out and stun him for his next attack!Wc: 197 Melee dmg attempted! 1995pl!
Sp: 3/3
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
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