Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 21:12:22 GMT -5
【Power Level: 52,464】
【Weighted Power Level: 39,348】
【➢ LMB 75%】
【➢ Heavy W. 75%】
【Weighted Power Level: 39,348】
【➢ LMB 75%】
【➢ Heavy W. 75%】
There stood the young Son clansmen. Atop a large and terrifying mountain encased in ice and the white sheet of snow that rained down from the heavens so heavily. His brow furrowed angrily, lips curved into a frown. Eyes locked forward, never breaking his oddly furious bearing. Every so often, his joined lips would part to form a slight O, so that he may breath out of his mouth after breathing into his nose. His chest bare and devoid of any article of clothing. His legs encased in golden trousers, a white emblem printed on his left pant leg that read Turtle in bold, black kanji. His iconic hair wavering and whipping wildly from the intense conditions he had set himself in. His feet, also bare. It was a wonder how he didn't have a serious case of frost bite at this point. Never the less, the Son member had kept stance tight and still. His legs never moving, feet planted down. His hips turning and twisting, so that his torso could move and contort. Allowing his arms to move freely and swiftly, smoothly too. His focus being poured into the act. The crimson red bandanna he had grown accustom wearing upon his forehead tightened. Forcing him to move with focus and precision. Son's mouth opening every so often, to call out a mighty cry. A kiai, as one would call it by proper terminology.
"HUAH!!"
Son bellowed. A quake of snow falling with each roar of dominance. Despite his low level, considering the other inhabitants power strength, the teenager seemed to tighten his level of dominance and mastery. Making himself appear bigger, as he obtained a certain level of bulk from living in these conditions for so much time. His biceps, triceps, pectorals, abdomen, legs. Every upgradeable muscle located on his body had received equal progression. Son had already wore great power before living in the mountains, but now, it was clear that he had became much more hardened. Several scratches and scars had lined the young man's chest. His pecs especially wearing a single gash on each. A peculiar X on his stomach. His face clean, but his eyes fierce and much much much more Saiyan like than times of past. It was visible. The only thing that was in tact, outside of external appearance, was his personality. And even that had received some kind of addition. Son was now more disciplined. Still joyful, playful and a little kiddish. But, now he he knew that when he wasn't with pals or when he was outside with others, he had to be serious and appear fearsome. As things were atop these alps. The many encounters with Snow Paozusaurs and Snow Leopards had caused him to battle and duke it out with ravenous beats. Truth be told, he was scared of taking the lives of his animal assailants at first. But as the encounters grew more frequent, this sense of dear dwindled. The young man being shown what was necessary in order to survive as a Saiyan. It was only necessary, if he wanted to be stronger. That was fact in itself.
As Son swayed and moved his torso, his tail had swung and waved behind his rear. Moving at a nonchalant pace. Where as the male would join his arms, be it by his side or at his chest or even over his head, his tail would remain behind. Sometimes wrapping around the waist and then unfurling a mere few moments after, or simply remaining down. Showing that the martial artist wasn't quite in a happy mood. He was serious, and his tai didn't wave or way or anything that expression happiness. A trait that he learned while staying in the great white wilderness. Concealing emotions that radiated uncertainty or fear. The animals he had encountered and cooked up had all boasted the ability to sniff out fear, one way or another. It took a bit, but eventually, Son had voided himself of uncertainty or negative confidence. Instead, he presented himself as full on neutral or full on confident and humble. Never doubting himself. Ever, as such feelings would perhaps get him ripped asunder. He knew this as a fact, as well. It was one of the reasons he had left him home at Mount Paozu. Humorously, he did in fact bring Shizu along. The small pug curled comfortably atop the snow around her master's feet. Wearing a thick, orange doggy sweater and blanket. Her warmth thanks to Son radiated it off of his own natural Ki. So long as his doggo was okay, he was okay.
"Hoo! Rah!"
He bellowed once more. His arms visibly flexed, and fists by his waist. Upturned, fingers curled and pointing up. His knees bent, too. Son's chest expanding and then decreasing in mass as he expelled another roar. An avalanche falling with this one, too. His eyes watching the great wave of snow fall upon one of the neighboring mountains that resided around his area. A second downfall occurring as he issued the 'Rah!' It was interesting, that a male who lived in the mountains, coated in snow should that be added, could do something so magnificent. However, that would only be the icing on the cake. As after the bellow, the young Saiyajin had clapped his hands beside his torso. Teeth noticeably grit and bore as he grunted put two key words.
"Super! Kamehame..HA!!!
Son instantly jut his hands to the forefront. A blue orb pulsating and expanding in the palms of his hands. Growing erratic and intense with each passing second that he didn't release it. Almost flame like. And this quality was displayed, for as the Saiyajin's fingers had been brought up, the caged monstrosity of Ki had been allowed freedom. Surging out of him, beginning as a small ember and then suddenly transforming into a giant beam, fit for a giant or king. Burning bright and dispelling the snow so greatly, that the entire color spectrum had began to radiate off of the attack based energy move. Shimmering brightly and truly displaying what the youngster could do with the right amount of self appliance and confidence. Such a feat as this couldn't have had been attainable on normal circumstances. This upped Kamehameha had taken some time dispel, as when it did die down, the Ki returned to it's owner. Son absorbing his energy back and returning to his upright stance. His breathing somewhat ragged but quickly normalizing and synching back it's regulated pace. His body much more accustom to exerting such waves in succession. He had to thank someone for this chance.
As his hands had returned to his side, the male's brows had furrowed. Lips in a O as he breathed carefully. His hands brought down to his waist and his posture straightened. One could guess, he was back.
"HUAH!!"
Son bellowed. A quake of snow falling with each roar of dominance. Despite his low level, considering the other inhabitants power strength, the teenager seemed to tighten his level of dominance and mastery. Making himself appear bigger, as he obtained a certain level of bulk from living in these conditions for so much time. His biceps, triceps, pectorals, abdomen, legs. Every upgradeable muscle located on his body had received equal progression. Son had already wore great power before living in the mountains, but now, it was clear that he had became much more hardened. Several scratches and scars had lined the young man's chest. His pecs especially wearing a single gash on each. A peculiar X on his stomach. His face clean, but his eyes fierce and much much much more Saiyan like than times of past. It was visible. The only thing that was in tact, outside of external appearance, was his personality. And even that had received some kind of addition. Son was now more disciplined. Still joyful, playful and a little kiddish. But, now he he knew that when he wasn't with pals or when he was outside with others, he had to be serious and appear fearsome. As things were atop these alps. The many encounters with Snow Paozusaurs and Snow Leopards had caused him to battle and duke it out with ravenous beats. Truth be told, he was scared of taking the lives of his animal assailants at first. But as the encounters grew more frequent, this sense of dear dwindled. The young man being shown what was necessary in order to survive as a Saiyan. It was only necessary, if he wanted to be stronger. That was fact in itself.
As Son swayed and moved his torso, his tail had swung and waved behind his rear. Moving at a nonchalant pace. Where as the male would join his arms, be it by his side or at his chest or even over his head, his tail would remain behind. Sometimes wrapping around the waist and then unfurling a mere few moments after, or simply remaining down. Showing that the martial artist wasn't quite in a happy mood. He was serious, and his tai didn't wave or way or anything that expression happiness. A trait that he learned while staying in the great white wilderness. Concealing emotions that radiated uncertainty or fear. The animals he had encountered and cooked up had all boasted the ability to sniff out fear, one way or another. It took a bit, but eventually, Son had voided himself of uncertainty or negative confidence. Instead, he presented himself as full on neutral or full on confident and humble. Never doubting himself. Ever, as such feelings would perhaps get him ripped asunder. He knew this as a fact, as well. It was one of the reasons he had left him home at Mount Paozu. Humorously, he did in fact bring Shizu along. The small pug curled comfortably atop the snow around her master's feet. Wearing a thick, orange doggy sweater and blanket. Her warmth thanks to Son radiated it off of his own natural Ki. So long as his doggo was okay, he was okay.
"Hoo! Rah!"
He bellowed once more. His arms visibly flexed, and fists by his waist. Upturned, fingers curled and pointing up. His knees bent, too. Son's chest expanding and then decreasing in mass as he expelled another roar. An avalanche falling with this one, too. His eyes watching the great wave of snow fall upon one of the neighboring mountains that resided around his area. A second downfall occurring as he issued the 'Rah!' It was interesting, that a male who lived in the mountains, coated in snow should that be added, could do something so magnificent. However, that would only be the icing on the cake. As after the bellow, the young Saiyajin had clapped his hands beside his torso. Teeth noticeably grit and bore as he grunted put two key words.
"Super! Kamehame..HA!!!
Son instantly jut his hands to the forefront. A blue orb pulsating and expanding in the palms of his hands. Growing erratic and intense with each passing second that he didn't release it. Almost flame like. And this quality was displayed, for as the Saiyajin's fingers had been brought up, the caged monstrosity of Ki had been allowed freedom. Surging out of him, beginning as a small ember and then suddenly transforming into a giant beam, fit for a giant or king. Burning bright and dispelling the snow so greatly, that the entire color spectrum had began to radiate off of the attack based energy move. Shimmering brightly and truly displaying what the youngster could do with the right amount of self appliance and confidence. Such a feat as this couldn't have had been attainable on normal circumstances. This upped Kamehameha had taken some time dispel, as when it did die down, the Ki returned to it's owner. Son absorbing his energy back and returning to his upright stance. His breathing somewhat ragged but quickly normalizing and synching back it's regulated pace. His body much more accustom to exerting such waves in succession. He had to thank someone for this chance.
As his hands had returned to his side, the male's brows had furrowed. Lips in a O as he breathed carefully. His hands brought down to his waist and his posture straightened. One could guess, he was back.
