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Post by Rafar on Dec 18, 2016 16:27:14 GMT
Thread Power Level: 27,057 Heavy Weights Equipped! Restrained Power Level 6764 Nostalgic Ayumu
The island beneath Rafar's feet shook as he let all of his restrained power flow freely from his armored body. Letting out a guttural yell, he would slash at the air with his blade, producing a wavering beam of ki, before it vanished completely. Dammit! Why doesn't this ever work! Ever since his experience in the gravity chamber, he had resolved to get stronger in any way he could, even if it meant contending with the painful memories of his father, so that he could learn the techniques of his lineage. Maybe he just needed better ki control than just initial guidence. He remembered that one cloaked figure at the time of the tournament's announcement, telling him to get rid of his dependence on his scouter. Rafar had heard the stories, and experienced first hand, the ability of people to sense power levels, and to manipulate their energy output, but he had no idea how to begin to learn how to do that. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed a teacher. There was no way to advance as far as his contemporaries, until he learned how to control himself better.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 18, 2016 17:10:29 GMT
Sitting on a nearby tree while having his assistant suppress her power, Ayumu simply chuckled lightly as he saw the warrior before his eyes attempt to train. Silently sipping a cup of Tea while looking towards the muscles that decorated his body, going over the placement going over the health hidden in them with an silent whistle as air was blown out between his lips. Wanting to gain the attention of this warrior that was starting to become frustrated, Ayumu knew it was enough before passing the plate with the cup to Hana with his body dropping down to the ground with a rather large tud. “Good day warrior! May i know if you need a short session of guidance? There are a few wasted movements in your training and i can not sit still noticing that. So please, stand up straight, correct your posture, bend your knees a little and make certain to not ignore what i am saying.” Offering this warrior not a single moment of rest. Ayumu, his eyes showing a gentle nature while at the same time showing an strange passion that he refused to give up on training this person before his eyes. Yet if one were to take a closer look on his body, with the rippling muscles, they noticed a small bag of gifts hanging from his left shoulder with the locations being an nearby village.
(3,801,632 PL - Hana, Ayumu's PL is inside hana, his would be sensable but not numbered)
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Post by Rafar on Dec 19, 2016 22:10:15 GMT
Rafar jumped as a thud resounded through the earth behind him. Spinning on his heel, he would start to gather his energies, only to see an old, but extremely well-conditioned, man. He listened to the man’s speech glancing to the tree to see a woman reclining in the branches, apparently without a care in the world. Interesting, if I had to guess she would be the muscle of the group. Rafar snatched his scouter from a pouch at his side, depressing the button near the eyepiece. His eyes widened as the readings continued to increase, showing one of the highest readings he had ever seen, aside from NOXA of course. Yep, definitely the muscle. Burying the point of his sword in the ground, he would return the device to it's holder, then he stretched his arms above his head, “I wouldn’t mind some tutoring, though I think you are slightly overstating some of my mistakes. After all, the attack is a pretty simple motion after all, just a slash.” He did straighten slightly, not wanting to fight someone that could utterly trounce him in his Oozaru state
Exam muse, sorry
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Dec 20, 2016 12:25:19 GMT
With ayumu his strength leveled at a perfect zero, he simply moved forwards while shaking his head, pointing towards Hana as he then smirked “Even you can defeat somebody like her if you do not waste your movements. It is all in the small bits of your way of handling the situation. We ponder, we question, we stall and then… we die because of those wasted movements.” Pulling from the palm of his hand, Ayumu manifested a long cane that soon ended in a small sharp stub on the end, it was as big as a needle but the edges were sharp enough to deal some real harm if it were not for the limitation that his manipulation of his smaller projectiles were incapable of dealing damage. Slowly letting it sing as it moved through the air with some slow moving flicks, Ayumu tried to pull your attention on the way some of his muscles barely moved an inch yet at the same time pushed their full potential out with every blow. “If it was just a slash, everybody would be able to do it. That is the nature in combat. It is those who practice the same move a million times and slowly carve an near infinite amount of skill that allows them to surpass the others.” Hana nodding on the side silently before dealing a single punch forwards to attempt to show the skill of a thousand attempts, having practiced this for what seemed to be months, the same similar punch that pushed an blast of air forwards.
(DONT WORRY! I care about your health more than posts! Although i do like posting with you already <3) -Side point, remember, if you are 0.1% of the PL of an person with a technique, they can just break it apart with a punch or a kick and all that. So have fun talking about how strong the attack would feel!-
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Post by Rafar on Dec 23, 2016 17:32:59 GMT
Rafar listened carefully to the Oldman’s speech, though he wasn’t sure that he was entirely correct. Surely just a few corrections in the way he moved would put him on par with such as monstrous warrior! Even if he conserved every last drop of his ki and never wasted a single twitch of his finger, their power gap was simply too large to bridge, it was impossible. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to be THAT strong, but I guess I’ll try your advice.” Rafar watched carefully as the old man materialized a staff, and used precise muscle and ki control to allow all of his strength to come through each strike. Apparently, his impromptu teacher called this, ‘The skill of a thousand attempts’. “Impressive, I never thought about a simple slash this way. Then again, I haven’t had much time to drill with a sword, I’ve been too busy doing gravity training.” He was about to continue when the woman on the sideline abruptly lashed her fist forward, sending a tangible wave of force through the air at him.
Rafar let out a roar, futilely crossing his arms in an attempt to minimize the damage done to him. It didn’t help much however, and the attack carved a path through the forest behind him, using his body as a cannonball. It took all the ki he had just to stop himself from vaporizing, and he had an inkling that the only reason he was still alive was that the attack was not intended to be lethal. His boots dug into the mud, eventually stopping him after the main fury of the strike had ended. “Wow……that…hurt.” He collapsed to one knee, coughing up blood. Was this the gap that he had to overcome? Would he ever have that kind of power? He looked up slowly, “Teach me!”
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 5, 2017 3:00:30 GMT
While you shouted about being taught, Ayumu had already made his way over using a seemingly glowing touch of his hand to repair the damage to the environment. Causing multiple trees that were shattered to simply re-attach their tops and even the ground that was damaged before to slowly sticht itself together. Creating an almost flawless appearance of nothing having happened before then nodding his head firmly. “If you wish to be trained then step on this”. Hana standing beside Ayumu as he pointed his finger downwards, causing a simple pillar of stone to be erected. Its height equal to 10 feet upwards with enough room for a single foot to be standing on it as he nodded towards you and then up to the pillar that seemed rather fragile after giving a quick look. Made from dirt and rock compressed in a single pillar it would not give up as easily though, easily being able to support your weight if you did not fuck around too much. "This pillar will collapse the moment you lose concentration and try to rest your entire weight upon it, What you have to do is get on top of it and make certain to keep slashing your weapon or hand forwards, materializing your ki while at the same time finding out a way to not collapse this tower." Slamming his fist into it before then a glow appeared on Ayumu his body, another appearing by slamming upwards, firing the projectiles that were about to fall down upwards like a shotgun, creating gaps in the air as a few strands of energy licked up from Hana her body. "And you can bet your ass that it will hurt if you fuck this up, Now get on there and perform ten slashes, that is all i ask, it sounds easy but you will sure as hell find it harder than you may think at first."
(Short and to the point post for you!)
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Post by Rafar on Jan 5, 2017 18:11:01 GMT
Rafar’s eyes widened as the old man fixed the pure devastation around them with naught but a simple wave of his hand. He had never seen anything close to this level of restorative power before, it was beyond belief! He had heard stories as a child of the amazing magics wielded by warriors of days long past, but had thought those stories were fiction. Well…..apparently they were not myths, they were terrifyingly real.
He nearly jumped as the earth beneath him groaned, producing a long pillar of rock made from dirt and stone. “How the hell?” Still stunned at how the old man could easily control the elements, Rafar got up from his semi-kneeling position, staring up at the unstable-looking pillar. The old man explained his challenge, apparently he was supposed to stand on top of the pillar and perform 10 quick slashes with his sword, without falling from his lofty, yet admittedly highly unstable, position. “Doesn’t look like that pillar is going to stand for much longer, but I guess I’ll try it.”
He set his blade against his shoulder, and flew up towards the peak of the outcropping, careful not to disturb the pillar with his passage. Rafar reached the top, and set a foot lightly on the small surface at the top. Even with his ki still acting as a support mechanism, he still felt like the ground underneath him was apt to collapse at any moment ! Taking a deep breath, he attempted to block out all outside considerations, and let his flight go. Wobbling uncertainly, he flicked his wrist through the motion of a slash, feeling parts of the square beginning to crumble. Gripping his sword a tad tighter he again whipped the blade through the air. The old man and Hana would probably notice his stance beginning to grow more unsteady as Rafar attempted to slash a third time!
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 5, 2017 23:01:20 GMT
With the third slash going forwards, Ayumu shook his head lightly, stopping the movement as his hand slammed into the pillar. Letting the vibrations of his house bending that he used to make a weak support pillar collapse it down to the ground before manifesting a small couch if he wanted to let himself drop to the ground along with even a head support for some easy comfort. Giving a firm nod as Ayumu spoke "It may be time to do a simple set of training regimes, especially regarding the way you are handling the blade. It may end up going much worse than you expect if you do not put your full effort into it." Manifesting a small block that stood in front of Ayumu, he checked the thickness and hardness before slightly nodding. Producing a identical version but this time it was bigger, almost as big as a humanoid with a red marker placed on the neck as Ayumu then pointed towards it. "You will have to strike this dummy at the neck by unsheathing your blade and then striking it, but your blade will most likely not scrape the outside of this dummy at all. It is afterall reinforced by the ki of the woman that is residing near us, but now, i want you to deliver one hundred strikes without getting knocked out of position from the recoil of the blows, come on, go ahead." Before making the chair vanish with the snap of his fingers into a large collection of birds that were flying upwards before Ayumu manifested a small wooden stool for himself to sit on.
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Post by Rafar on Jan 8, 2017 20:47:21 GMT
Rafar footing was suddenly unsettled as a shock-wave shook the pillar like a leaf in the wind! His foot caught a small outcropping of stone that he had been trying to avoid, and he tripped, falling into the open air. Failure tasted bitter in the Sayian’s mouth, and he didn’t even bother to catch himself with his ki, he slammed into the ground with a vengeance. The ground around him cracked into shards, and some of the nearby trees lost several branches to the shock-wave. Still upset at himself, Rafar listened to the old man’s analysis of his sword skills, which wasn’t particularly flattering to say the least. He then created a practice dummy, with a red marking on its neck, which he was apparently supposed to aim for. A bit of pride, harshly repressed since he landed on Earth, began to snake its way into his voice, “I might have been neglecting my exercises slightly since my father was killed, but I don’t think I’m all that bad. Nevertheless, I guess I’ll try it.”
Rafar’s manner abruptly changed from a complaining student, to a man of quiet confidence. He held the pommel of his sword with one hand, and spread his feet into a wide, balanced stance. Ayumu would probably notice that it was a bit shaky in places, results of some neglect. Quicker than a normal being’s eye could detect, the tip of the blade whistled through the air, burying itself and inch deep in the dummy’s neck. The recoil of this strike fluttered through his stance, but failed to affect very much. He continued this pattern for stroke after stroke, eventually settling into the rhythm.
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