Post by Karasu on Jun 15, 2017 1:19:39 GMT
Nearly a weekend after his successful weighted clothing attempt, Karasu worked on through the week, and was eager to adapt to something different. His father’s weighted Gi, had proven difficult at first, but after he managed to obtain the exact key to its mobility, (a short cut at least while as he exposed his Saiyan Tail) and not often work his fathers weighted Gi around his Aunt Pafu’s house, but now he wanted to grasp on something more. In all true aspects, he knew very little on how to fight, and he wasn’t certain to achieve that sort of success.
Sitting on an intricate steel bench by the point in the local park where he lived in Pepper City, while posed reading a book he had ‘browed’ from his supervisor, Jazor at the college Karasu worked at, as a superintendent, or naturally a repair man at the school. Of course, Jazor had declined to teach him any martial arts, which he never explained to fully why. Karasu had caught glimpse of an old photo in a trophy case by the old gym at the college and found Jazor there, as teacher to their Martial arts team. When Karasu pleaded with him, the answer was simply no, and that he would only offer reading material to what Jazor suggested would be helpful enough.
Frustrated that his supervisor wouldn’t budge to assist in Karasu’s martial arts training, but he the teenage half-saiyan wouldn’t give up there. It wasn’t until recently did he start to feel his Saiyan blood boil with the urge to fight and he couldn’t explain it. The only link he had was the incident he had earlier in the year when the Cyborg alien creature that had killed his parents had a show of face and tried to in turn kill Karasu, but that was the only recent event that Karasu could think of that would change the direction of his placid life before then.
Peering at the illustration before him, he studied it as the figure at been drawn into an offensive pose, and as the legs were slightly bent, and both arms extended, the right one more upright in front of the figure and the left arm, more above the figures head with a clenched fist. Karasu was intrigued to its stance, but could not make fluid motion in his head, to angle up to the next illustration that was just below the figure he was studying. This began to frustrate the teenage boy, and quickly he sighed tossing the book aside into the grass, and rubbing his fingers through his spikey brown hair. The duffel bag he carried with him was a change of clothes as he wore the weighted Gi, as often as he could when he was training, but of course in this instance, he was reading. Still struck with annoyance to Jazor’s refusal to train him, he thought to move past the stubborn thought to keep hounding the old master.
There was a long moment that with the wind that blew by and the rippling water of the pond before him, Karasu would return to work on his rusty technique in sensing. While it was his father that had taught him the basics to search out people’s life energy, and in turn detecting their locations as well as how strong they were at current. However, he hadn’t once used that skill, and even when he was taught how to sense Ki, he didn’t fully gasp the basics of its technique. Although he could remember every bit of the words his father spoke to him about how to sense a person’s Ki, no matter how large, or if close enough, how small.
Pepper City Community Park was nearly two blocks from the bigger part of the down town district, and was busy enough with people casually walking around going about their daily lives. Karasu was going to harm anyone by giving his sensing senses a little recap and even if he was sensing people’s life ki they would never even know. Still, he doubted there would be anyone that
Sitting on an intricate steel bench by the point in the local park where he lived in Pepper City, while posed reading a book he had ‘browed’ from his supervisor, Jazor at the college Karasu worked at, as a superintendent, or naturally a repair man at the school. Of course, Jazor had declined to teach him any martial arts, which he never explained to fully why. Karasu had caught glimpse of an old photo in a trophy case by the old gym at the college and found Jazor there, as teacher to their Martial arts team. When Karasu pleaded with him, the answer was simply no, and that he would only offer reading material to what Jazor suggested would be helpful enough.
Frustrated that his supervisor wouldn’t budge to assist in Karasu’s martial arts training, but he the teenage half-saiyan wouldn’t give up there. It wasn’t until recently did he start to feel his Saiyan blood boil with the urge to fight and he couldn’t explain it. The only link he had was the incident he had earlier in the year when the Cyborg alien creature that had killed his parents had a show of face and tried to in turn kill Karasu, but that was the only recent event that Karasu could think of that would change the direction of his placid life before then.
Peering at the illustration before him, he studied it as the figure at been drawn into an offensive pose, and as the legs were slightly bent, and both arms extended, the right one more upright in front of the figure and the left arm, more above the figures head with a clenched fist. Karasu was intrigued to its stance, but could not make fluid motion in his head, to angle up to the next illustration that was just below the figure he was studying. This began to frustrate the teenage boy, and quickly he sighed tossing the book aside into the grass, and rubbing his fingers through his spikey brown hair. The duffel bag he carried with him was a change of clothes as he wore the weighted Gi, as often as he could when he was training, but of course in this instance, he was reading. Still struck with annoyance to Jazor’s refusal to train him, he thought to move past the stubborn thought to keep hounding the old master.
There was a long moment that with the wind that blew by and the rippling water of the pond before him, Karasu would return to work on his rusty technique in sensing. While it was his father that had taught him the basics to search out people’s life energy, and in turn detecting their locations as well as how strong they were at current. However, he hadn’t once used that skill, and even when he was taught how to sense Ki, he didn’t fully gasp the basics of its technique. Although he could remember every bit of the words his father spoke to him about how to sense a person’s Ki, no matter how large, or if close enough, how small.
Pepper City Community Park was nearly two blocks from the bigger part of the down town district, and was busy enough with people casually walking around going about their daily lives. Karasu was going to harm anyone by giving his sensing senses a little recap and even if he was sensing people’s life ki they would never even know. Still, he doubted there would be anyone that