Post by Orion on Jun 15, 2014 0:38:36 GMT
(So, I don't mind if the PL acquired is inert until Tournament end, but it's the Mod's choice if it does apply!)
Jacket, tank, belt, shoes and pants. All of which was the common get up for the new hero. The shade of his garbs being a crimson red, maroon blue and black for his costume being spread accordingly. Tank being black, pants maroon, crimson coat. While being nice to the eye, it would only be shed during his next objective to come to him. This time around, Young Ozu had set a sturdy post into the cold white snow of the Northern Continent. The blistering winds cutting and smashing onto his skin and the fabric covering his torso.
The post was set for a reason: To hold his removed clothing. The already shivering Hanzo had removed his jacket first, revealing strong and fairly muscled arms. Flexing once to at least warm and stretch the muscle, he removed the tank a moment after, showing off a strong upper torso. His bare chest had already been coated in a light layer of ice, to his discomfort of course. The Saiyajin grunted as he focused his blue aura to spark and warm his body to a fine temperature.
"Ooh boy..not done just yet..jeez."
Lifting his left leg, he pulled off his boot, one by one. Wiggling his toes, he set them back into the white snow. Shivering more, his aura spiked up twice as much, warming his body to the point the sheets of ice around him totally melting. His right hand grasped his left elbow as he stretched his muscles to the right angle, the same going for his other arm and legs.
"One, two, one, two.."
Hanzo huffed, punching forward more than a few times. His fists clenched and tight as he struck the cold hail falling onto his figure. The blue aura bursting like a wild fire being feed endlessly. His fists breaking and busting the shaped ice into millions of small pieces of cubes. It was not until his one thousand and fifth one-two hook did he throw in leg action.
His knee smashing into the air and sometimes hail. The blocks of ice being destroyed instantly and being sent back miles away. Hanzo's body moved like a blur, his legs and hands being put into magnificent combos and abilities flaring. Over the course of more than six hours did Ozu's objective become clear; to harden and make his body more durable.
The male had ceased his onslaught of attacks after a mere day, dressing himself and sit upon the post he set. His right foot being the support needed to have him upright. His hands clapped together with force, his eyes being shut and his body being stiffened accordingly. The aura around him died down a little, only being at a level that would keep him alive for his session.
Night approached sooner than he expected, the cold night air being a little more than he would have been able to endure. His shut eyes had begun to let frosting coat his eye lashes, the same being done to his arms. Mini stelagtites had formed on him, his appearance being that of frozen. A normal man would have died in the conditions set for so long! However, the Saiyajin had the natural ability to survive such hazards. At the crack of dawn had he awakened with a flash.
His eyes had fluttered open and the ice was shed away, his body hopping from the pole and onto the ground as he released a mighty roar. The ice surrounding him had melted and turned to water, falling off and his muscle expanding from the rest and training given to himself. Not long after his awakening did he begin training once more. This time he was going much faster than before with more force being added.
This regiment had continued for days to come, stopping only when his body gave out and he felt it was right to go back to South Continent. His muscles ached and bulged, thumping and almost stinging whenever he tried moving around. There was only more to come to him.
Jacket, tank, belt, shoes and pants. All of which was the common get up for the new hero. The shade of his garbs being a crimson red, maroon blue and black for his costume being spread accordingly. Tank being black, pants maroon, crimson coat. While being nice to the eye, it would only be shed during his next objective to come to him. This time around, Young Ozu had set a sturdy post into the cold white snow of the Northern Continent. The blistering winds cutting and smashing onto his skin and the fabric covering his torso.
The post was set for a reason: To hold his removed clothing. The already shivering Hanzo had removed his jacket first, revealing strong and fairly muscled arms. Flexing once to at least warm and stretch the muscle, he removed the tank a moment after, showing off a strong upper torso. His bare chest had already been coated in a light layer of ice, to his discomfort of course. The Saiyajin grunted as he focused his blue aura to spark and warm his body to a fine temperature.
"Ooh boy..not done just yet..jeez."
Lifting his left leg, he pulled off his boot, one by one. Wiggling his toes, he set them back into the white snow. Shivering more, his aura spiked up twice as much, warming his body to the point the sheets of ice around him totally melting. His right hand grasped his left elbow as he stretched his muscles to the right angle, the same going for his other arm and legs.
"One, two, one, two.."
Hanzo huffed, punching forward more than a few times. His fists clenched and tight as he struck the cold hail falling onto his figure. The blue aura bursting like a wild fire being feed endlessly. His fists breaking and busting the shaped ice into millions of small pieces of cubes. It was not until his one thousand and fifth one-two hook did he throw in leg action.
His knee smashing into the air and sometimes hail. The blocks of ice being destroyed instantly and being sent back miles away. Hanzo's body moved like a blur, his legs and hands being put into magnificent combos and abilities flaring. Over the course of more than six hours did Ozu's objective become clear; to harden and make his body more durable.
The male had ceased his onslaught of attacks after a mere day, dressing himself and sit upon the post he set. His right foot being the support needed to have him upright. His hands clapped together with force, his eyes being shut and his body being stiffened accordingly. The aura around him died down a little, only being at a level that would keep him alive for his session.
Night approached sooner than he expected, the cold night air being a little more than he would have been able to endure. His shut eyes had begun to let frosting coat his eye lashes, the same being done to his arms. Mini stelagtites had formed on him, his appearance being that of frozen. A normal man would have died in the conditions set for so long! However, the Saiyajin had the natural ability to survive such hazards. At the crack of dawn had he awakened with a flash.
His eyes had fluttered open and the ice was shed away, his body hopping from the pole and onto the ground as he released a mighty roar. The ice surrounding him had melted and turned to water, falling off and his muscle expanding from the rest and training given to himself. Not long after his awakening did he begin training once more. This time he was going much faster than before with more force being added.
This regiment had continued for days to come, stopping only when his body gave out and he felt it was right to go back to South Continent. His muscles ached and bulged, thumping and almost stinging whenever he tried moving around. There was only more to come to him.