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Post by Natto on Jul 16, 2015 2:41:32 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 50.452] [Heavy Weights On. Current PL: 12.613] A day after they’ve met, Natto was getting ready for the training session back at his dorm room. He could barely sleep at night and he wasn’t quite sure why. He was feeling some sort of anxiety in the form of some shivers down his spines, and butterflies on his stomach. Maybe he was still awestruck for meeting someone like Tomoroko, and couldn’t still believe she actually was like that, and was somehow afraid that, when they met on a more normal situation, she would be like any other saiyan. ”There’s no use thinking about it… And I don’t believe she is like everybody else… But I don’t know… It’s so strange…” his mind was completely restless and he couldn’t focus on getting a proper rest, so he decided to go to the wasteland earlier than they settled.
He putted on his weighted battle suit and flew away from his dorm, with a chunk of meat on his right hand, as he calmly flew towards the oasis on the eastern part of the central wasteland, outside Cacumber Capital. ”If I remembered correctly her power level is around 7.000… I gotta take it easy with the training at first, to see what she is made of… I mean! Considering she actually goes there! I can’t know for sure… So I shouldn’t count on that! But… But… But I really want her to come…” he slapped his forehead a couple of times, like trying to tell himself not to think about that, as it would do him no good. But it was easier said than done.
It was barely daylight when he got to the oasis area, and as he got there, he started training on his own, against imaginary enemies, trying to stop thinking about if Tomoroko would show up or not, or if she was really always like that or if it was a moment of frailty or something. ”Don’t mind anything! Focus on the training!” he tried disciplining his mind, the same way he did when he mastered his Great Ape self, but only this time it was somehow harder. Maybe his own loneliness since he came back from Felucia was taking the best of him, right now. All he could do now was to wait… And to train, as he had another goal now: He would go to CC 83113 regardless of anything. It was his promise, and he would fulfill it. Word Count: 404 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 16, 2015 14:46:47 GMT
Tomoroko had never been able to find her way home that night, and was too proud to tell Natto she couldn't remember where her house was, if she even had one... she was sure she did. Maybe... Tomo had spent the night wandering around, spending what little zeni she had on her to get herself some food and a place to sleep that wasn't the streets. This was going to be a tougher journey than she thought, but as she crawled into the bed that night, she lay awake as a sense of excitement passed through her, temporarily replacing the sense of loss. She was going to be training like she had never had before, and she was excited to find what sort of power she could unlock in herself.
When morning finally came, Tomo scrambled out of bed, feeling she might be late for her meeting with Natto. Her eyes were half closed as yawn after yawned escaped her lips. She grabbed her busted up armor as well as her scouter, fixing it to her face before waddling her way outside where she took into the air and headed back towards the oacis where she had originally crashed.
"Damn... i'm just so tired..."
She said, yawning once more as she slowly advanced towards the wastelands. She had to cross a vaste area of nothing but rocks and mountains before she was ever able to find the oacis again, flying down and setting her armor down in the shade of a tree. She wasn't going to wear the broken up old thing, but she would at least hang onto it until she was able to get some newer armor to replace it.
She had a look around once she had arrived, just faintly catching onto the sound of huff's and puff's and movement. She scanned the area until her scouter beeped and indicatd there was someone to the left of where she was looking. Turning her head, she spotted Natto fighting with an invisible enemy. She watched him for a quick moment before stepping out of the shade of the tree, lifting her hand up, waving towards the other saiyan in hopes he would see her. Last thing she wanted was to get too close and suddenly get thrashed around by someone with that power level...
"Hey, Natto!"
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Post by Natto on Jul 16, 2015 16:25:47 GMT
By the time Tomoroko arrived, Natto was already covered in sweat, as he was training quite hard, throwing nonstop sequences of punches and kicks to the air, spinning, somersaulting and keeling over the entire place. He was quite dedicated and had tons of stamina, fuelled by his great determination to become stronger and stronger. From the outside perspective, he seemed rather focused at first, but deep inside his mind was restless and he was completely anxious. ”Come on! Focus already! This is gonna be a complete waste of time!” he complained to himself, which made his expression look rather angry, with gritting teeth and frowned eyebrows.
Then, out of the blue, he heard a familiar voice that sent a big shiver down his spine, freezing him in the air, as he had just thrown a flying kick. The shiver got to the back of his neck too, making the hair of that part to rise a bit. As he looked back with the corner of his eye he saw Tomoroko having to him from a safe distance. ”S-she came!” he thought, feeling of joy and nervousness. He quickly dropped back to the ground and smiled awkwardly for a bit, before approaching slowly. – H-hey Tomoroko… - his voice shook a bit, which made him feel his ears getting rather hot, due to embarrassment, for speaking in such a foolish tone. – I’m really glad you came! – he said in a better tone, as he smiled became more natural, which his kindness feature. Then, something caught his attention as his eyes widened and his expression changed from the kind smile to a slightly preoccupied one. – Where is your battle suit, by the way? – he asked, as he saw her wearing only the purple jumpsuit, which was still sort of beaten. ”What is going on? Why didn’t she change at home?” he asked himself as he stood there, quite clueless. Word Count: 321 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 16, 2015 18:18:30 GMT
"Of course I came. Why wouldn't I?"
When she noticed him slow his training down until he came to a complete stop, that's when she decided to approach, feeling it much safer for her now that the punches weren't flying. When she got close however and he made a comment about her armor, and even her suit she threw him an awkward grin, chuckling faintly as one hand rubbed the back of her neck nervously.
"Well you see I uh... Well my armor's still pretty beat up, it's over there, and I haven't had a chance to get any new clothes yet. I was thinking of doing that after our training today. I wasn't exactly able to remember where home was exactly... but hey, I got to clean the suit so at least it's not covered in blood or stinky."
She said as if bringing up a positive note to her amnesia. She figured her explanation would only make Natto feel worse however and so lowered her hand from the back of her neck, placing them both instead on her hips.
"Besides, this feels way more comfortable than having that bulky armor on, I feel like I used to train like this all of the time. You're not afraid to hit a girl with no armor are you?"
She teased him, her tail flicking back and forth playfully as she tried to make light of the situation. She didn't really mind not being able to make it home... it just meant that she had to find other means to survive for the time being.
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Post by Natto on Jul 16, 2015 18:38:37 GMT
Her question made him feel rather foolish and he sighed relieved. ”Yes… Why wouldn’t she come?” it made no sense to be so nervous whether she would show up or not, since she didn’t seem to be a liar of any sort, nor the type that would accept an invitation out of politeness only. When he commented on her battle suit, though, she grinned awkwardly with a faint chuckle as her hand rubbed the back of her neck, somehow seeming embarrassed. She mentioned that her armor was still pretty beat up and was over some tree around there and pointed out that she intended to get a new set of armor after the training. Before he could ask why she didn’t change at home, she explained that she didn’t remember where home was, making his eyes widen a bit. ”Didn’t see that one coming…” Natto figured that her amnesia was only related to the things that happened on that planet, but it was much worse than that.
Even with that information, that made him feel a little sad, she would still impress him with her positive attitude, since the focused on the fact that she cleaned her jumpsuit to get it rid of blood and dirt. He sighed, smiling awkwardly as he was feeling bad for her and guilty for not anticipating that her amnesia could be worse than he thought, but she would not let him feel sorry for her, as her hands slid to her hips.
She then said that the jumpsuit alone felt much better than the bulky saiyan armor, pointing out that she might have trained like that before, and following that she teased him, asking if wasn’t he afraid of hitting a girl without an armor, which her tail flicking from side to side in a playful way. Natto laughed feeling rather light. It was amazing how she could be so happy and good to be around. Even though she had been through some serious stuff, she was keeping her spirits up, and it affected Natto in a very positive way.
– Well… My armor can be especially bulky, since it is heavily weighted to suppress my true power level and force my body beyond its natural limitations! – he said, with a smirk. He folded his arms, feeling rather excited. – Which is quite good, since we can spar in more even grounds! So, Tomo… - he said, calling her by some sort of nickname without even noticing himself. – Show me what you’ve got! – he said, as he remained in that position, with his arms folded and tail tightly wrapped around his waist. His power level readings were somewhere around 12.000, and his eyes seemed quite alert. He was ready for the spar. ”Let me have a glimpse of your strength, Tomo…” he thought, almost unable to keep his excitement to himself. Word Count: 479 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 16, 2015 20:48:56 GMT
"What seriously? That stuff's suppressing your power level?"
She almost huffed at the thought, her mouth turning into a pout even though her eyes were immediately scanning him, and his armor for weak points. as a striker, she needed to be able to identify where her punches would hurt the most... there was the obvious saiyan weakness, their tails but she wasn't stupid enough to go for that, at least not right away... and considering how closely tucked in Natto kept his, it was an unlikely target.
"Just out of curiosity. What class are you exactly?"
She asked, slipping her right leg back and bringing up her fists. Her left hand remained open, while her right was balled up tightly. She never waited for his answer, figuring he would be able to answer as they fought. She lunged straight towards Natto, aiming to test his fighting style before she began to fight seriously. She aimed two quick jabs at his face, her right leg then coming to pound him in the hip with a roundhouse kick. Sure her attack was low but, she needed to get around that bulky armor. She also needed to see just how fast someone with his power level could move... suppressed or not. She prepared herself to dodge backwards after her kick, no matter how he reacted, she would need some room to assess the situation.
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Post by Natto on Jul 16, 2015 21:09:47 GMT
Natto nodded as to confirm that the battle suit he was wearing was indeed suppressing his power level. It was a quite heavy and uncomfortable thing to use, but very useful, as it would make the increase in power to skyrocket the more the user used it. By this time he was already getting rather used to it, since it had been more than a week since he first acquired the new armor. He kept the smirk at the corner of his mouth, waiting for her movement, and before that she asked him another question, making a proud expression take over his face. Not a snobbish one, though, just really sincerely proud of what he accomplished.
– As of now I hold the rank of super elite member of the Saiyan Solar Empire. – he said, as she lunged straight towards him. Tomoroko’s initial attack consisted of two quick jabs to his face, to which he responded by waiting for the last possible moment before bending his face to the side, avoiding the first jab and then to the other side, avoiding the last one. ”She is quick…” he thought as he noticed the next attack, consisting of a low roundhouse kick to his hip. The moment she was about to hit him, his body vanished with his full speed. Natto was almost twice as fast as Tomoroko at his current state.
The moment he reappeared behind her, he would throw a fake punch at her face, stopping just an inch from hitting, just to show her a glimpse of what he was capable of. He was quite happy with her fighting style as it was aggressive enough to be effective. – This thing suppresses ¾ of my power level… Which means that my real power level is that of 50.452. – Natto jumped backwards and finally assumed his fighting stance. His left foot slid to the front and both his knees bended a little big. His left hand had its palm slightly opened and his right arm was by the side of his body, bended and with a clenched fist. – And even though my speed and strength is hindered by the weighted armor… My mind and senses are way stronger! Don’t hold back, Tomo! Show me everything you’ve got, because I’m gonna fight for real now! – he said, with an excited smile on his face as he chuckled. Word Count: 401 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 16, 2015 22:20:15 GMT
Tomo completely choked on the words she had been about to say when he announced that he was a super elite. Normally, someone like her would get beaten to an inch of their life for simply crossing a super elites path! Why was it that Natto was so kind to her then? Was he maybe just faking it and this was his sort of pay back for helping her out yesterday? She gave an inward, awkward laugh as Natto disappeared after she attempted to kick him in the hip. He was incredibly fast, and her distracted mind cost her as his fist came flying towards her face, stopping only inches from hitting her in the nose.
'This is insane... I wasn't expecting him to be so powerful... 50,000? I've never fought anyone with a power level that high in my life... I've never even seen that number on my scouter. I'm so screwed... I'm not fast enough to catch him, and my hits wont put a dent in him... I wonder if maybe...'
She couldn't help but be impressed, and awestruck and his admission of power... of course she didn't stand a chance, but then, this fight wasn't about her winning was it... he wanted to see what she could do more than he wanted her to try and beat him. That was impossible at her current power, and she knew it. She had to play this smart.
"Alright then, everything I've got."
She stated as she leaped up high into the air, a fiery red aura surrounding her body as she extended her left hand, making a gun with her fingers. She kept both eyes open as she stared intently and confidently at Natto, a small red orb of energy began to form in front of her finger, growing until it was about the size of a tennis ball. Meanwhile, her right hand was placed on her left arm as if holding it in place, however, more red energy seemed to be forming around her hand, almost as if she was infusing herself with Ki.
"Rail Gun!"
She cried out as the small ball of energy fired from her finger and speeding off towards Natto, leaving a trail of red energy in it's wake. While her rail gun attempted to make contact with Natto, she silently charged up the Ki in her right hand to prepare a more powerful Atomic strike when Natto undoubtedly came speeding towards her.
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Post by Natto on Jul 17, 2015 1:12:09 GMT
Tomoroko was quite impressed to find out that Natto was a member of the top tier of the saiyan army. Well… Truth be told, he was quite impressed with that fact himself to begin with. Her reaction, however, was completely new to him, as she laughed the moment she missed her kick. After the fake punch, she seemed to get the real picture of the situation and that was good. ”That’s right Tomo… Don’t hold back! I want to see all of your strength and then help you overcome that limitation!” he thought to himself, with the flame of determination burning deep inside his eyes.
After she spoke, he nodded, smiling at the corner of his mouth. The young saiyan girl leaped into the air, flaring her red ki aura that was quite beautiful, a nice contrast to Natto’s ghostly-white ki aura. Then, she proceeded to point her finger to him charging a ki attack in the form a red orb that appeared in front of her finger that grew until the size of a tennis ball. Her right hand was placed on the arm that was charging the attack, gathering even more energy. Following that she fired the small energy ball towards him. He smiled.
As she fired, Natto quickly charged his ki inside of his mouth discretely since his mouth was closed, and the moment the attack got near him, he opened his mouth, blasting a large amount of blue energy wave from his mouth, towards Tomoroko. The attack easily engulfed the small energy sphere that she threw due to its strength and kept on going straight into the young girl’s direction.
”Let’s do some attack!” As soon as he fired his blast, he vanished with all his speed. His goal was to reappear behind Tomo, since she would be busy enough trying to power struggle with the mouth blast or dodge it and, seizing that opening, Natto would try to sledgehammer Tomoroko at her back, sending her straight to the ground with a heavy hit. – Don’t lower your guard!! – he said as he attacked her. Word Count: 350 [Tomoroko's Rail Gun: PL 2.435 x Natto's Mouth Blast: PL 4.162 = Mouth Blast with a PL of 1.727 flying towards Tomoroko] [The last paragraph is conditioned to Tomoroko's reaction] |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 18, 2015 16:17:15 GMT
She kept her attention focused on Natto, more than she focused on her rail gun as it flew towards NAtto, seemingly un challenged until the other saiyan opened his mouth, firing a beam of his own. The two beams collided and for the faintest moment it seemed as if there might be a power struggle, but then Natto's beam was quick to overtake her rail gun and press on towards her. Tomo frowned, she hadn't wanted to use her atomic strike against a ki attack, she had wanted it to hit Natto directly since she had taken some time to charge it up. No matter though, she would get passed this blast, and then take care of Natto.
As Natto's blast came flying towards her, she actually flew towards it, raising her still glowing right fist and with a cry, punched into Natto's blast. Her red aura collided with his as sparks began to fly between both types of energy. She gritted her teeth as she pushed forward, and the instant she gained ground on Natto's mouth blast both attacks seemed to explode violently, creating a haze of smoke and energy that engulfed Tomo completely.
Her scouter suddenly beeped and flashed a warning signal. Without even looking at where Natto would be, she flew straight up through the smoke created by the explosion so as to avoid getting struck by the saiyan's fierce strength. She never left the cover of the smoke however as she began to channel her ki into her leg this time. Now, she flew directly at Natto, though the cover of the smoke, and aimed to kick him square in the chest with her atomic strike.
[Mouth Blast with a PL of 1.727 flying towards Tomoroko - 4,870 Charged Atomic Stike]
[2,435 PL Atomic Strike aimed at Natto]
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Post by Natto on Jul 19, 2015 2:07:01 GMT
Tomoroko truly had a warrior’s battle instinct, as she remained calm even though Natto’s Mouth Blast completely overpowered and engulfed her technique, the rail gun. On top of that, she was also able to avoid the energy wave by flying high up into the sky, only to deflect it with a strong blow accompanied by a battle cry, creating a big smoke due to the explosion of the attacks colliding. The smoke helped covering Tomoroko’s body, but Natto could still detect her, thanks to his scouter, that beeped and showed her location. ”Impressive! She managed to nullify my attack! That’s some skill! But how long can she keep it up on this rhythm?! I’m excited to see! he thought to himself as he smirked with the corner of his mouth.
As he was about to sledgehammer her to the ground, she managed to avoid by flying straight up, dashing through the smoke cloud. Even with the scouter, to blind fight was still something Natto wasn’t quite good at, and he could see her figure as he missed the target. ”Hahaha! Great! What is she up to now” he asked himself as he stared up, trying to see her body, but the smoke stood on his way.
His scouter beeped again as she flew towards him, with her atomic strike kick. He didn’t know where she was aiming until she came away to close. ”Wow!” he exclaimed inside his mind, as he turned his body to the side, by rotating his hips. Tomoroko’s attack grazed beside him, almost hitting. Luckily he was almost twice as fast, but as of now, he was getting a good idea about her fighting skills. ”She may be young and kind, but she is quite an accomplished warrior! I can’t go easy on her, or she will thing I’m a weakling!” he decided as he body passed right next to him.
With a quick move, he aimed his elbow right at her face, less than a second after barely dodging her attack, it was a quite good and swift counter, Natto’s specialty. His goal was to hit her hard on the face and, if he managed to do that he would, following that, rotate his body, to gain momentum and strength and hit her with a strong hook to the stomach with the other hand, trying to wind her with all his weight restrained strength. – Come on! – he shouted, as he threw the blow. Word Count: 410 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 19, 2015 18:29:03 GMT
She came soaring through the smoke, leaving a trail of the grey matter clinging to her her body and wisping away as she flew towards Natto, extending her leg to collide with his chest. Had her attack hit, a large explosion would have erupted where she hit him, hopefully making a dent in his armour and allowing her to continue her assault. However, Natto was quick to slip out of her way, and by the time Tomo spun her body around for another sideways kick however, before that kick got anywhere close to Natto the elder saiyans elbow struck her in the face with a crunch. She winced as she brought her hands up to her face, blood already seeping down her nose and across her lip. He barely gave her any time to retaliate after his first strike either as his fist then came up and collided with her stomach. She gasped loudly for air, inhaling what blood had poured down to her mouth.
She doubled over into herself, still floating in the air she slowly floated backwards to create at least some distance between herself and Natto. Tears welled up in her eyes again both because of being winded, and because she knew that Natto's kind heartedness would kick in... giving her an opportunity to grab him if he came close. As the tears rolled down her face, she sniffled as she reached up with one hand to wipe at the tears while the other held onto her stomach. Unable to stem the flow of waterworks, she then proceeded to wipe the blood from her nose as she looked back up to Natto.
"I... I don't know how a mid-c...class saiyan is... supposed to be able to... take on a s...super elite..."
She stated, gulping as she tried to straighten out, wincing as she did and curling back into herself.
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Post by Natto on Jul 19, 2015 20:17:28 GMT
Natto’s attack hit hard. The elbow to the face made her bleed, making the young saiyan girl to bring her hands to her face. The flow of blood was quite intense since in a matter of seconds it was already dripping over her lips. However, he would give her no time to rest as he kept on his attack sequency, landing a another heavy blow, this time in the form of a hook to the stomach, taking all the air from the inside of her lungs out. Tomoroko inhaled blood as she grasped for air, due to the strong attack of the older saiyan warrior and doubled over into herself as she distanced herself from him, flying backwards. The young saiyan warrior let the girl back off a little, as he folded his arms, staring at her.
– Is this all you’ve go… - However, before he could finish his sentence, he noticed something that made his eyes widen and his eyebrows to arch quite a lot: Tomoroko was crying! The tears wouldn’t stop coming down of her face, to the point of making her wipe them with one hand, while the other held her own stomach. Following that, she wiped the blood coming out of her nose, and he felt bad. Incredibly and surprisingly bad. ”Am I… Overdoing it?” he thought to himself, feeling some shivers going down his spine, which intensified as Tomoroko looked at him. Her comment made him feel even worse and he lowered his eyes, staring at the ground for a while as he sighed. ”Damn! I’m being a jerk! I shouldn’t go so hard on her… She is still not that strong… And there’s also everything she’s been through… I’m here to help her improve, not to beat her to the pulp… I’ve got to take it easy… And I’ve got to check if she is alright… And maybe apologize too…” he decided, as he stared back at her, with a sad and guilty expression on his face, feeling sorry for what he did. Natto hovered towards her and gently touched her shoulder, approaching his face from hers.
– Hey Tomo… I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to overdo it… I just… I just wanted to train you… Help you improve and all… I’m so sorry I hurt you so bad! I promise I’ll take it slow… Look… I… - he blushed as he gazed away. His guard was now more open than ever before. – I truly care about you… So… I want you to be okay… And get stronger… Though I don’t feel so good about hitting you and stuff… - he said, sighing again. Word Count: 442 |
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Post by Tomoroko on Jul 19, 2015 21:23:10 GMT
Slowly Tomo put her bloodied hand gently on Natto's as he came closer to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She made it look as if she was accepting his kindness, her pained look turning into a faint smile. She could barely hide the anxiety behind her ploy, her heart racing as he spoke about how he cared about her and just wanted her to get stronger.
"Y... you wanted to see everything I had right? I appreciate your concern..."
She started, her wheeze disappearing as her grip on his hand tightened. She quickly pulled his hand backwards in a painful position, using it to swing herself around behind him and grapple him. Her free hand left her stomach and hooked his own free arm while her legs shifted around to snare around his. While she was definitely the shorter of the two, she hoped the grapple would at least work to keep him still.
"Looks like I get to teach you something today too Natto. I do appreciate your kindness but you're too trusting. I might not be like everyone else but in the end i'm still a saiyan... and I'll do whatever I have too to win."
She said with a light chuckle. Her voice sounded strange as her broken nose betrayed her confidence. She was in fact in a lot of pain but tried hard not to let it show.
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Post by Natto on Jul 19, 2015 21:58:25 GMT
”Why do I feel like this?” he asked himself, as he felt her hand touching him, making his stomach be overtaken by butterflies, and shivers down his spine to go crazy. Her smile only made him blush violently and he gulped, feeling his heartbeat race like crazy. He couldn’t yer grasp what kind of feeling he was having, since he never experienced such things before. To find someone akin to him was something he never thought he could find and was just too unreal to him. She said that she appreciated his concern and he was about to try and answer despite his nervousness, but then something happened: Tomoroko gripped his hand tightly, making him arch his brows, failing to understand what was about to happen. ”What..?” he couldn’t even finish his own thinking before she twisted his hand, making him growl in pain. – Argh! – he growled as she twisted him.
She pulled his hand backwards, making him feel some pain as she swung herself, grappling him with her left hand, that immobilized his other arm, and her legs snared around his, making him unable to move his four limbs, as they stood on the skies of Vegeta. His heart was racing as he was caught completely off guard by the girl, while he thought that she was hurt and all. Tomoroko spoke, saying that she would also teach him something that day: he was too trusting. She also mentioned that even though she wasn’t like everybody else, she was still a saiyan and that she would do everything in order to achieve victory, making him sigh deeply. ”She tricked me… I’m a fool… And now she knows I’m a fool! Great Natto… Keep up with the good impressions!” he thought, feeling really angry with himself. He sighed again as he decided what to do. Even though he was almost twice as strong as her, her grapple was quite skillful and he wouldn’t be able to break it with sheer force. But she did commit a mistake that would cost her dearly.
– You caught me… But you are also too naïve, as you could have put me into a sleepers hold and make me faint when you had the chance… - he mentioned. – Also you, as a saiyan… Made a terrible mistake… - immediately after he mentioned “saiyan”, his tail swiftly unwrapped itself slamming her ribs like a hammer, with all his strength, as that limb was forgotten by Tomoroko.
After the hit, that should weaken her grapple, Natto would seize the momentum and try to break her hold with a head-butt with the back of his head to hers and a quick spin of his body, flying away from her, as he reassumed his fighting stance, this time with his tail waving from side to side, almost like a teasing. – You impressed me… I think I’m letting my personal feelings to get in the way of this training… I’m sorry for that… I just… Never mind! Let’s fight, Tomoroko! And I’ll not go easy on you any longer! – he said, frowning his eyebrows, and clenching both fists. ”Show her that you are worthy… Show her that you can protect someone!” he motivated himself, as he stared at Tomoroko, watching for her reaction. Word Count: 549 |
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