Post by Rensu on Aug 13, 2017 15:07:24 GMT -5
"Well. Good thing my hair doesn't grow back that quickly. Guess I'm exempt from that whole 'A Saiyan's hair never changes' thing. Lucky me, hehe."
Sitting dead center in the gravity chamber he owned, Rensu was readying himself up to do something he felt was necessary. A knife, sharpened, held in one hand and his binded hair in the other. Holding his hair up and bringing the weapon to his head, the lad made a swift and clean cut. Slicing the ponytail off of him and letting it drop to the ground. Now, he had a new 'do. Short and spiky. Though, as a result, several new bangs came and waved over his forehead. "Eh. Guess I had to expect some. Seems like all of us have this weird thing with bangs and spikes hanging over. Man. Saiyans." Rensu chuckled to himself, standing up from his criss crossed seat.
The youth made way to the trash can, located beside the exit of the gravity chamber. Dropping the discarded hair and cleaning his hands via brushing them together. Easy peasy. Now, he had to do something productive. With how his training was going these past few days, he had to take advantage of the rising trend he was on and capitalize on it. He could feel himself nearing a brand new ascension. Sooner or later, he'd be one of the elites and no longer considered a joke amongst his peers. Well, not that he was. In his mind, he was. That, though, was not totally false. Being thirteen, and only just barely grazing the concept of transforming beyond a Oozaru, Rensu was easily considered a runt. A spectacle of a runt, but a runt nonetheless. Poor lad. His hands clasped onto his waist, he began to think.
Idly, he began walking around the gravity chamber. Rensu felt odd. It could have been the armor on his chest, as he decided on wearing weighted plating today. Or it could have been the many thoughts running amok in his skull. One or the other. As the youth walked about, he had to think back to the prior few days. The things he experienced and saw. It had been some time since he trained with Carva, but the experience was fresh in his mind. The sight, the emotions, the pain, the forms and sights. It was intense. Rensu chuckled a bit, stopping dead in his tracks and rubbing his chin. His hand coming down from his face after a moment and his arms folding beneath his arm pits. Weight shifted to a leg. What he saw training with Carva. It was crazy.
He had yet to train with Tomina. She told him they would engage in some support classes soon. He was a bit discouraged at the idea of playing healer and defender, but at the same time it pushed him on. Like, he had obtained another reason to fight on and grow up. He got one from Carva the previous time they met. He had learned that he wanted to go beyond and pierce the expectations set by himself and others. In a way, he wanted to get stronger than Carva, too. Something about the idea that one day, as an adult, Rensu could stand a chance and fight Carva equally made him quite happy and excited. That was something, too. Rensu had learned how to be a Saiyan. Not in the sense that he had forgotten, but simply he had obtained the pride and desire necessary to fulfill such an iconic race. He could proudly announce himself that. But, he still had his own moral battles. The upcoming missions and tasks he would embark on with Tomina and the crew would likely try them. He could hope he would not have to go through that so soon. Oh well.
“I'm wasting time. Aren't I?”
His question wasn't for anyone in particular. It was just an out loud inquiry he had for himself. Just standing about. In the past few days. Perhaps, weeks, Rensu had grown to obtain a mindset akin to that of a desiring, serious warrior. He had to train. There was really no time to waste, after all. With everything going the way it was? No way. He had to capitalize on everything and really ascend. If not for his squadron, then himself. At the least. The youth smiled as he turned round, facing the main computer of his humble gravity chamber. This gravity stuff was way more useful than he had initially conceived. It was really helping him grow and exceed his previous limitations. In a way, the growth and pace of everything filled Rensu with a strange sense of joy and pride. It was nice.
“Okay. Let's go. Forty.”
With that, gravity shifted accordingly. Red coming about and changing the colors of the environment. Rensu had become accustomed to this setting. He kind of liked it. It gave him an odd sense of assurance. Like he knew that in this setting, he could only get stronger. Rensu was a weird kid. He knew that all too well.
Stepping away from the computer, Rensu tapped his fist into his palm a few times. Signifying he was ready to begin his training. Was it odd he was excited to do this again? Nah. The lad was just excited to get back into the flow of bettering himself and increasing his overall durability and strength! This was a step forward and into unlocking his potential, after all. Some things had to be done, first. The youth strolling over and finding his way to a bowl located beside his weight racks. Crouching down, he opened his hands and lightly pressed them into the contents of the bowl. Chalk coating his hands lightly, he began rubbing his palms together to spread the white powder. There was a reason behind this action! Chalk roughed up his hands and dried slick palms. Rensu going and grabbing two dumbbells in each hand, he returned to the center of his training area.
“Ready.”
With that statement, the youth was off. His fists moving quickly and breaking previous indications of supposed top speeds, Rensu displayed just how serious he was about this whole training idea. His training began quite simply. He issued several quick hooks and jabs at the air, effectively shadowboxing with himself. A satisfying thwip and strike sound made with each pass of his fists. Rensu would have loved to smile and all during this, but he was far too focused. As he threw another right hook, his mind flashed back to something.
“Found it.” The youthful Saiyan thought. He remembered this situation clear as day. After all, it was just a few days ago! He was smiling. One of those content grins that people had when they were having an especially good dream or something. It was odd, considering the circumstances. He had just been gut punched by Carva, but while there was pain, he had found a joy in the pain.
“I'll pass everyone. For myself and everyone. I'll get strong and be stronger than everyone else so I can protect them. I'll be more than support. Only one way to do that, though..”
“And that's by training!”
His voice exploded out of seemingly nowhere. The setting was intense all of a sudden. Tension hadn't built, but it was present regardless. Rensu was going to fulfill his goal and make it become a reality. Through his own strength and through the guidance being given by his multiple elders. He had to be thankful for them. Despite gratitude not quite being a Saiyan characteristic, he couldn't deny that he had some serious thanking to do. After everything was said and done, of course! He'd do what he had in mind, be it buy drinks or give a fierce sparring match, when he felt he could stand up and reveal his own golden transformation.
He resumed his hooks immediately after his sudden outcry. His speed increasing as much as it could. Rensu could feel the sweat just pouring onto him and dribbling down his brow and jaw. It was disgusting, but damn! It gave him this sense of satisfaction and pride! He had this confident grin, now. One extra hook was accompanied by a sudden uppercut, his bicep flexed and his arm bent at a ninety degree angle. His muscle trying it's damned hardest to bulge and show off. A breath given as he whipped his entire body around, a speedy roundhouse delivered to nothing.
“Ora!”
His leg hung in the air for a moment. Rensu's breathing was and became more and more heavy with each passing second. Between the gravity, the weights on his chest and ankles? It was taxing but empowering. Powering through the heavy weight on his ankles, he began attacking the space before him. "Ora! Ora! Ora ora ora!” He shouted the power-word a number of times. A set pattern made before him. Alternating from each direction, his foot struck the air a number of times before a final uppercut with the sole of his boot. “Aye yah!” He made a sound, a mix of a grunt and shout. This sound segwaying into the next thought.
”Huh. That's somethin’.” Rensu was talking to Tomina in this flash memory. Or, was in the process of leaving her mansion and going over what he had learned. “She's like a spirit. She's got wrongs to make right and make better. But,” Ren folded his arms. “Tomina is driven by revenge. She really wants to erase the existence of Natto. She's got ambition. A hundred percent.”
He paused after that thought. His eyes closing for a moment or so before opening. This meeting with Tomina and the invitation he received for her squadron was a lot to take in. A smile crossed his lips. However, it wasn't a confident one nor was it a jubilant one. It was melancholic. Like he had some things on his mind.
“I wonder if I'll ever get that kind of ambition and drive. One day. It'll happen.” He nodded.
Rensu brought his leg down, keeping it bent. He stood on one foot, his arms held by his sides. Relaxed, though. “Hah,” He huffed. Standing back on two feet, Rensu shuffled his legs apart. About shoulder length, his hands tightening and his left hand brought up and before his face. His hand turned fist, and fingers digging into his palms. Nails beginning to pierce his skin. “I won't let them down,” The youthful Saiyan swore. “Not for anything. I won't go beneath their expectations; I'll shatter them and go beyond. Like a Saiyan should. I'll show the whole galaxy- No way, the whole universe who's the mightiest!” In the back of his mind, Rensu knew he couldn't do that. Not now. In the future.
“I,” He choked on his words. “I’ll make my dreams become a reality!” Like a raging flame, the youth's Ki began to surge forth. Exploding around him and becoming more and more violent. It was different; The color of his aura. It had small hints of gold in it. Not in the base coloration, but in the tips of each rising thorns of power. It shimmered and felt incredible. Gold and white became dominant colors. “Prepare yourself, Universe! Because I'm coming!” He shouted valiantly. “And no one! And I mean no one! Will! Stop! Me!!” Rensu bellowed. The bangs over his forehead rising and flowing gracefully. “Let's do thiiiis!” He finished. Standing boldly, Rensu was confident in the future.
Heavy Weights!
Gravity x40!
LMB!(?)
Sitting dead center in the gravity chamber he owned, Rensu was readying himself up to do something he felt was necessary. A knife, sharpened, held in one hand and his binded hair in the other. Holding his hair up and bringing the weapon to his head, the lad made a swift and clean cut. Slicing the ponytail off of him and letting it drop to the ground. Now, he had a new 'do. Short and spiky. Though, as a result, several new bangs came and waved over his forehead. "Eh. Guess I had to expect some. Seems like all of us have this weird thing with bangs and spikes hanging over. Man. Saiyans." Rensu chuckled to himself, standing up from his criss crossed seat.
The youth made way to the trash can, located beside the exit of the gravity chamber. Dropping the discarded hair and cleaning his hands via brushing them together. Easy peasy. Now, he had to do something productive. With how his training was going these past few days, he had to take advantage of the rising trend he was on and capitalize on it. He could feel himself nearing a brand new ascension. Sooner or later, he'd be one of the elites and no longer considered a joke amongst his peers. Well, not that he was. In his mind, he was. That, though, was not totally false. Being thirteen, and only just barely grazing the concept of transforming beyond a Oozaru, Rensu was easily considered a runt. A spectacle of a runt, but a runt nonetheless. Poor lad. His hands clasped onto his waist, he began to think.
Idly, he began walking around the gravity chamber. Rensu felt odd. It could have been the armor on his chest, as he decided on wearing weighted plating today. Or it could have been the many thoughts running amok in his skull. One or the other. As the youth walked about, he had to think back to the prior few days. The things he experienced and saw. It had been some time since he trained with Carva, but the experience was fresh in his mind. The sight, the emotions, the pain, the forms and sights. It was intense. Rensu chuckled a bit, stopping dead in his tracks and rubbing his chin. His hand coming down from his face after a moment and his arms folding beneath his arm pits. Weight shifted to a leg. What he saw training with Carva. It was crazy.
He had yet to train with Tomina. She told him they would engage in some support classes soon. He was a bit discouraged at the idea of playing healer and defender, but at the same time it pushed him on. Like, he had obtained another reason to fight on and grow up. He got one from Carva the previous time they met. He had learned that he wanted to go beyond and pierce the expectations set by himself and others. In a way, he wanted to get stronger than Carva, too. Something about the idea that one day, as an adult, Rensu could stand a chance and fight Carva equally made him quite happy and excited. That was something, too. Rensu had learned how to be a Saiyan. Not in the sense that he had forgotten, but simply he had obtained the pride and desire necessary to fulfill such an iconic race. He could proudly announce himself that. But, he still had his own moral battles. The upcoming missions and tasks he would embark on with Tomina and the crew would likely try them. He could hope he would not have to go through that so soon. Oh well.
“I'm wasting time. Aren't I?”
His question wasn't for anyone in particular. It was just an out loud inquiry he had for himself. Just standing about. In the past few days. Perhaps, weeks, Rensu had grown to obtain a mindset akin to that of a desiring, serious warrior. He had to train. There was really no time to waste, after all. With everything going the way it was? No way. He had to capitalize on everything and really ascend. If not for his squadron, then himself. At the least. The youth smiled as he turned round, facing the main computer of his humble gravity chamber. This gravity stuff was way more useful than he had initially conceived. It was really helping him grow and exceed his previous limitations. In a way, the growth and pace of everything filled Rensu with a strange sense of joy and pride. It was nice.
“Okay. Let's go. Forty.”
With that, gravity shifted accordingly. Red coming about and changing the colors of the environment. Rensu had become accustomed to this setting. He kind of liked it. It gave him an odd sense of assurance. Like he knew that in this setting, he could only get stronger. Rensu was a weird kid. He knew that all too well.
Stepping away from the computer, Rensu tapped his fist into his palm a few times. Signifying he was ready to begin his training. Was it odd he was excited to do this again? Nah. The lad was just excited to get back into the flow of bettering himself and increasing his overall durability and strength! This was a step forward and into unlocking his potential, after all. Some things had to be done, first. The youth strolling over and finding his way to a bowl located beside his weight racks. Crouching down, he opened his hands and lightly pressed them into the contents of the bowl. Chalk coating his hands lightly, he began rubbing his palms together to spread the white powder. There was a reason behind this action! Chalk roughed up his hands and dried slick palms. Rensu going and grabbing two dumbbells in each hand, he returned to the center of his training area.
“Ready.”
With that statement, the youth was off. His fists moving quickly and breaking previous indications of supposed top speeds, Rensu displayed just how serious he was about this whole training idea. His training began quite simply. He issued several quick hooks and jabs at the air, effectively shadowboxing with himself. A satisfying thwip and strike sound made with each pass of his fists. Rensu would have loved to smile and all during this, but he was far too focused. As he threw another right hook, his mind flashed back to something.
“Found it.” The youthful Saiyan thought. He remembered this situation clear as day. After all, it was just a few days ago! He was smiling. One of those content grins that people had when they were having an especially good dream or something. It was odd, considering the circumstances. He had just been gut punched by Carva, but while there was pain, he had found a joy in the pain.
“I'll pass everyone. For myself and everyone. I'll get strong and be stronger than everyone else so I can protect them. I'll be more than support. Only one way to do that, though..”
“And that's by training!”
His voice exploded out of seemingly nowhere. The setting was intense all of a sudden. Tension hadn't built, but it was present regardless. Rensu was going to fulfill his goal and make it become a reality. Through his own strength and through the guidance being given by his multiple elders. He had to be thankful for them. Despite gratitude not quite being a Saiyan characteristic, he couldn't deny that he had some serious thanking to do. After everything was said and done, of course! He'd do what he had in mind, be it buy drinks or give a fierce sparring match, when he felt he could stand up and reveal his own golden transformation.
He resumed his hooks immediately after his sudden outcry. His speed increasing as much as it could. Rensu could feel the sweat just pouring onto him and dribbling down his brow and jaw. It was disgusting, but damn! It gave him this sense of satisfaction and pride! He had this confident grin, now. One extra hook was accompanied by a sudden uppercut, his bicep flexed and his arm bent at a ninety degree angle. His muscle trying it's damned hardest to bulge and show off. A breath given as he whipped his entire body around, a speedy roundhouse delivered to nothing.
“Ora!”
His leg hung in the air for a moment. Rensu's breathing was and became more and more heavy with each passing second. Between the gravity, the weights on his chest and ankles? It was taxing but empowering. Powering through the heavy weight on his ankles, he began attacking the space before him. "Ora! Ora! Ora ora ora!” He shouted the power-word a number of times. A set pattern made before him. Alternating from each direction, his foot struck the air a number of times before a final uppercut with the sole of his boot. “Aye yah!” He made a sound, a mix of a grunt and shout. This sound segwaying into the next thought.
”Huh. That's somethin’.” Rensu was talking to Tomina in this flash memory. Or, was in the process of leaving her mansion and going over what he had learned. “She's like a spirit. She's got wrongs to make right and make better. But,” Ren folded his arms. “Tomina is driven by revenge. She really wants to erase the existence of Natto. She's got ambition. A hundred percent.”
He paused after that thought. His eyes closing for a moment or so before opening. This meeting with Tomina and the invitation he received for her squadron was a lot to take in. A smile crossed his lips. However, it wasn't a confident one nor was it a jubilant one. It was melancholic. Like he had some things on his mind.
“I wonder if I'll ever get that kind of ambition and drive. One day. It'll happen.” He nodded.
Rensu brought his leg down, keeping it bent. He stood on one foot, his arms held by his sides. Relaxed, though. “Hah,” He huffed. Standing back on two feet, Rensu shuffled his legs apart. About shoulder length, his hands tightening and his left hand brought up and before his face. His hand turned fist, and fingers digging into his palms. Nails beginning to pierce his skin. “I won't let them down,” The youthful Saiyan swore. “Not for anything. I won't go beneath their expectations; I'll shatter them and go beyond. Like a Saiyan should. I'll show the whole galaxy- No way, the whole universe who's the mightiest!” In the back of his mind, Rensu knew he couldn't do that. Not now. In the future.
“I,” He choked on his words. “I’ll make my dreams become a reality!” Like a raging flame, the youth's Ki began to surge forth. Exploding around him and becoming more and more violent. It was different; The color of his aura. It had small hints of gold in it. Not in the base coloration, but in the tips of each rising thorns of power. It shimmered and felt incredible. Gold and white became dominant colors. “Prepare yourself, Universe! Because I'm coming!” He shouted valiantly. “And no one! And I mean no one! Will! Stop! Me!!” Rensu bellowed. The bangs over his forehead rising and flowing gracefully. “Let's do thiiiis!” He finished. Standing boldly, Rensu was confident in the future.
Heavy Weights!
Gravity x40!
LMB!(?)