Post by Callio on Mar 13, 2015 11:32:54 GMT
hands of time
DAY AFTER DAY, LIKE A LIFETIME AWAY, I KEEP HOLDIN' ON
Another night, another day where his father was always barking orders at him, always making him feel as though he was less. He had to put up with it though, dealing with it was far better than simply trying to ignore the training. What would they be doing today though? He had already gotten a decent grasp on Ki Control and was able to send out the energy waves with little problem, and it wasn't like hand to hand fighting was much of an issue. In fact the art of self-defense had been the first thing his father taught him. It was the building block for a lot of the things they had done past that point, it had been the self-defense training and his own willpower that helped him master his Ki.
He waited patiently within the thick bamboo forest for his father to appear, why they couldn't have done the training in front of the house he didn't know. Callio had learn a while ago that questioning his father's motives was pointless, and voicing his questions only got him grunts and commands to do what he was told in return. He was to be the perfect little solider his father wished for him to be, and while this displeased him. He had started to feel something within himself a while ago, a craving. Was craving even the right word for it? It probably was. All he knew was that the more they trained, the more his blood would boil. A rush would wash over him whenever he was given the order to attack, and that feeling...it both scared him and enthralled him.
He pushed the thoughts within his head aside as his father came into view. The Saiyan known as Kail was dressed in Saiyan Battle Armor. It was black in design heavily resembling the armor once worn by the lowly Saiyan Raditz. What was Callio wearing? A simple training GI that his father had insisted he wear, it made no sense to him. If he got armor why shouldn't he? He bit his tongue like always, and his eyes looked towards the tall man that now stood in front of him. "What are we doing today father?" it was one of the few questions he was allowed to ask.
The large man pointed a gloved finger towards the sky, "We're going to fight in the air." he answered the question as if flying through the sky was something everyone just knew how to do. Which Callio didn't, he was only eight! Walking was hard enough sometimes and now his father wanted him to both fight and fly at the same time?
"B-b-but dad..I-I can't fly..." Callio said uneasily. He was expecting his father to reply with something mean, but he was instead met with a heavy sigh.
"I'm aware, which is why tonight is going to be a very long night for you." he scoffed, "If you're training with the Ki control has shown me anything it's that I'm going to need to take a more direct approach with you. You're far behind everyone else, and I won't stand for it." anger filled the older Saiyan's voice.
Callio only nodded his head and waited for his father to give him instructions. He watched as his father placed a hand on his stomach, "You'll want to take the Ki built up in the center of your stomach, and focus it. Relaxing your body while you bring it down towards your feet, if it helps imagine yourself as weightless. Kail looked towards his son with expectation in his eyes, though something told him that these simple instructions would not be nearly enough. Still the only thing the old Saiyan could do was wait and see what his son was capable of.
Callio relaxed his body, arms falling loosely to his sides as he closed his eyes. The words his father had just spoken filling his mind, as he began to feel the energy within his stomach build up. He relaxed it, forcing it down through his legs, and finally allowing it to rest towards his feet. He let a deep breathe escape from his lips as he imagined himself weightless, he could see himself slowly floating towards the sky within his mind. He couldn't feel the pressure of gravity against his body, but he could feel the wind blowing softly against his face. Within this imagery location inside of his mind he pictured himself flying, moving forward through the air without a care in the world. He was at one with himself, and any problems in the outside world weren't present.
He'd have preferred to stay within the imaginary world that he had built up for himself, but he had to open his eyes. He had to see if he was really flying, and when he opened them? He was. His feet were hovering above the ground, and his clothes were blowing about in the wind. Granted he was only a few feet above the grass, but that was better then what it had been. He was proud of himself, and as he looked towards his father with glee his feelings were crushed.
"Congrats you can hover. Why don't you try actually flying now?"
Of course he wasn't happy, would he ever be happy with something that he did? That line was always going to be present for him, was always going to be too far out of his reach. NO! It wasn't going to be, not today. Today...today he was going to blow that fucking line away. "Watch this." a sudden wave of energy, or rather confidence filled Callio and he moved himself further upward. "Higher! Faster!" he shouted to himself as he suddenly shot upward at high speeds blowing right through the bamboo canopy. He had only been doing this few short minutes and it already felt like he had been doing it for years. He looked downward into forest and something crossed his mind. If his father wanted a warrior, then he'd give him a warrior. He'd be just like his dad, rude, blunt, and mean. He'd the Saiyan his father wanted so badly.
Callio flew back down into the forest towards his father and instead of landing he kneed his father right in the face with the full momentum he had built up on his way down. "I thought we were sparing." and his father attacked back. This battle would continue throughout the night, both in the sky and within the air.
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