Hitake Itori
Rising Soul
PL: 13,972; Oozaru (x10): 139,720; Items: One Use Pod; Heavy Weights- 3493 | 34,930;Zeni: 611
Tag: @hiratakefujitora
Posts: 111
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Post by Hitake Itori on Aug 14, 2014 9:36:05 GMT
The air was cold that came from the fridge, especially to Hitake who was standing in front of it shirtless after just having come from his morning shower. He peered inside the half empty ice box and tried to find something that looked good for breakfast. Hitake settled on a nice alcoholic cold frothy beverage. "Breakfast of champions" Hitake smirked before setting the can down after removing all of it in one long gulp. He had settled in nicely since his arrival, the first week going relatively smoothly.
Hitake soon found himself in the recreation room of his small home. Well, to him it was small. To an average earthling it could be considered a condo. Inside the room was a series of exercise equipment, mainly from his home planet, several mats scattered around the floor and a radio with his favorite music saved. Moving to said radio he turned it on, and out played what the earthlings called metal. To him it was the music of kings. He quickly moved to one of the mats and began a series of stretches to loosen and limber his body. Cramps and pulled muscles were not a pleasant thing to deal with. The stretches seemed to last forever, some of them seemed almost torturous to his body.
"Alright then, time to get to work. I did a 100 count last time, I need to do a 200 count this time."
Hitake walked over to what looked like a calender on the wall. It was a planner that he used to keep track of what he did. Yesterday he did 100 sit ups, 100 pull ups, 100 reps of 300lb weights, and the list had gone onto several more things he had done. Today he was doubling that, his plan was to do so every day until he had reached his limit and would then attempt to push the limits until he would nearly break. He immediately moved from there to another mat, flipping over and landing on his hands. He started doing push ups from that position, all of his weight straight down on his hands and arms. Hitake would count down each time. "1...2...3...10...50..." Several minutes had passed as he continued to do his exercise. It was slow, but the music helped to take his mind away from the boring factors of working out. "100...110...150...180..." Half an hour passed as he nearly reached his goal. And then the 200 mark. He flipped over and landed on his feet. He could mark that one off of the list.
With taking just a short breather, he moved to pick up the weights that were distributed along a long bar. He placed them over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around them. He would now begin his squats. Two hundred reps, using only his legs and back to lift the weights. Each time he did one he counted out like the last exercise he did. It served to make sure he did not lose his place in case he lost himself in his music the way he sometimes did. That and it focused his breathing and mind enough that he would make sure not to let himself run out of energy. This went on for another 30 minutes, until he was satisfied that he had completed 200 reps of squats. He placed the weights back down then started to stretch again, but only for a moment or two.
Hitake made his way to a mini fridge within the room. Inside he found a cool bottle of water. He downed half of it with a refreshed "Ahhh" then set it on top of the mini fridge. Keeping hydrated was a smart idea. It was now time for his favorite part of the training. No gloves, no pads involved. He moved to the side of the room that held a large well held in place punching bag mad of very durable materials. It needed to be strong and well seated to withstand the punishment he would give. The first blow sounded like a gun going off which would echo through the entire home. His right foot landed squarely on target, creating a large dent in the side of the bag. Which was funny enough, filled with a metallic powder. It was heavy and felt good to hit. He could drive his blows home and it felt like the real thing.
This went on for an entire hour. Every kind of punch and kick had found its mark on the well worn bag. It had lasted him a few years now, he would hate to have to replace it after it did so well. He refrained from any energy blasts for obvious reasons. Hitake left with sweat dripping off him and a satisfied look on his face. Another bottle of water was downed since he finished the last one half way into his exercising with the bag. He pulled a towel from the weight bench near by that he had placed to use, and wiped the sweet away. He would then spent the next hour doing various other exercises until his schedule had been kept. He finally left the training room to start work on his job, the very reason he was here.
"Now where the heck could I check out to find this girl..." Hitake pondered for a bit. "She's part saiyan, so I'm sure she would have the desire to fight. That might be a good place to start. Maybe check out some of the dojo's around, and try to see if there has been any major fights recently."
Hitake found any maps, phone books, or anything that could tell him whats what and where that thing was. He would use these tools ti plan out the course of his afternoon. Eventually he had everything in a 30 mile radius mapped out, the names and the locations. He would have to make sure he had money for dinner and for traveling if he needed to, because he was be gone almost all day looking around for the person he was hired to find. He had hoped in a best case scenario that he would find her, or at least fine some clues that might lead him to her or the area she was in.
(To be continued...)
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Hitake Itori
Rising Soul
PL: 13,972; Oozaru (x10): 139,720; Items: One Use Pod; Heavy Weights- 3493 | 34,930;Zeni: 611
Tag: @hiratakefujitora
Posts: 111
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Post by Hitake Itori on Aug 15, 2014 10:29:41 GMT
Without much to go on except speculation, Hitake spent the better portion of the mid day asking around at the places he had marked. So far he had not saw her or found any information that would be useful to him. He was slowly running out of places and ideas for the day. He was down to one last dojo, and a couple areas she might have been in. Of course, he knew there was a slim chance. But any clue would have been a massive help in his search.
"Why, why do these places have to be so big." A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He leaned forward, laying his arms on his legs before shaking his head out of frustration. He had decided to take a break, sitting on one of the benches in the middle of a park. The first day on the job proved to be tough. He wanted to find her as quickly as possible so that he would waste less of the money he was making on expenses and be able to profit more from it. She was making it damn difficult. Everywhere he went, she could be around a corner and the moment he moved there she could be where he once was. The place was like a maze in some areas. How the hell did these earthlings get around so good?!
Hitake leaned back and laid his arms on the back of the bench and closed his eyes a moment. He needed to clear his mind and think. The more he let his anger get at him the more the chance he would go into destructive mode and start causing large collateral damage. He had no idea if anyone strong was near by, but if his saiyan blood had its way it wouldn't matter. He'd rain hell fire down upon these people. He had plenty of time later for world destruction though. Right now he was trying to make the money that he would need to fuel his very plans if he were to desire a hostile take over.
Hitake's mind began to clear. He started to relax, and he started to imagine what his next plan of action would be. Hitake's eyes would open wide and bulge right as he was finally getting somewhere. With a loud "OOOF" he shot spit across the ground. In front of him stood 4 large men. Each one was dressed oddly, at least to him. Their clothes decorated with chains, belts, knives, or other various weapons. They struck him several more times in the stomach, against his head, and into his ribs with punches, kicks, and with metal pipes. They beat him until they thought he was dead. He lay there eyes closed and bleeding, his chest barely rising from breaths. The leader reached into his pockets and started rummaging around like they thought they might find cash or valuables. No, what they found was a nightmare.
In an instant Hitake's eyes opened. Energy spilled from his body around him shaking the ground, destroying the bench, and sending the men flying away from him. He dashed at the closest one, slamming a fist into his face and with momentum continued to fly with the man until he crashed into the side of an old building, leaving the man a bloody corpse. In a fit of rage, he pushed off towards the next one. He caught him by the hair as he slid across the ground and threw him into the air. Hitake raised his right arm and released an energy wave, pummeling the mans body and leaving him to fall to the ground in serious condition, cuts bruises and scraped everywhere.
The other two men had taken off running away in opposite directions. One of them wasn't so lucky though. He dashed through the air toward him and passed him. As he did he spun with a flying spin kick catching him right in the mouth and sent him flying backwards a good 10 feet into the side of a tree. He slumped down to the ground unconscious. The other had made it to safety, to a cop who called the matter in. The cop was on his way after he had heard the disturbance anyway. By that time Hitake had started coming down from his fit. He realized what had happened and grit his teeth hard. He had no time to be wasting with the earth officials. He had lost control and now he had to get out of there. Sirens were blaring toward him, and the cop and the last man ran out, one yelling "That's him!" The other yelling "Stop! Put your hands up!"
Hitake didn't give them a chance. He took off flying around a building then continued to do so around others. He did this until he felt he had lost them. After getting a distance away, he stopped and went into hiding. He would disappear until he could find a safe route home. If it wasn't for him pride in his work he would have fought his way through all of it, but the situation was crappy for him. Hitake punched a hole in a wall out of anger, then quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen this. He was satisfied to know that no one was near by. He could start heading home at this point. He had to leave the area, it was now too hot.
(To be continued...)
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Hitake Itori
Rising Soul
PL: 13,972; Oozaru (x10): 139,720; Items: One Use Pod; Heavy Weights- 3493 | 34,930;Zeni: 611
Tag: @hiratakefujitora
Posts: 111
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Post by Hitake Itori on Aug 17, 2014 7:53:42 GMT
The evening seemed less eventful than earlier that day. Hitake had made it home safely, and had waited a while before heading out to continue his search elsewhere. He was in another city, miles away from the last. It was likely still swarming with cops anyway, it would have been a problem just to step a foot there. He may have possibly killed all three of those men, they deserved it if he did. Attacking someone like that, they probably killed more people then they could count on both hands. Hitake smirked, thinking of the lives he inadvertently saved by doing what he did. Whatever was going on, he would wipe his hands clean of that matter and move back onto the task at hand. For now he was out of leads, with little idea where to look. At this point he was hoping on stumbling upon something, anything at all.
Hitake would only stumble upon a halfway hidden bar in a back alley way for all of his troubles. It piqued his interest, maybe they knew something. Doubtful though, he was honestly going inside for a drink. He walked to the door, which was locked. He knocked and a man opened the door. The man was surprisingly smaller than him, of an average build. Though the way he held himself and the attitude he exuded said volumes that he wasn't one to be taken lightly. Hitake paid it no real mind, and announced his intentions for being there. He was let into the bar, where the door was shut behind him. Inside it smelt like smoke, alcohol, and there was music playing from a jukebox. The music was not what he was used to, and in all honesty he wouldn't listen to it if he was given a choice, but he wasn't about to complain.
Hitake moved up to the bar and ordered. Several of the patrons watched him, he was knew and they eyed him out of distrust. He felt the stares, he felt their condemning thoughts. "Yeah, please give me a reason to turn this place into just another burned out hobo home." They wouldn't know his thoughts, and that was just fine. As long as they kept nicely to themselves. His drink was set in front of him and he paid for it. Without thinking about it, he drank down the liquid in the glass then set it back on the table. About that time another man was let into the bar. He moved to take a seat a few stools away from Hitake. He ordered a drink and kept to himself. Hitake was particularly glad he did. He turned to the old man behind the bar, and waved him over.
"I have a question for you pops. I'm looking for someone say about X in height and weight. Dark hair, dark eyes. She's about 14 and the last time she was seen she was wearing X. You seen her? Know anyone who has?"
The bartender shook his head as he wiped a glass clean. He really didn't seem to have a clue, so Hitake let him go. He figured no one here would. There would be no reason a 14 year old would have been here. Well, he figured he may as well take off. The drink was good but nothing was getting done with him just sitting here. He waved to the bartender then left, nodding to the door man. Only a few steps away, he got a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw the man who had came in after him. Or better yet, he saw the man and what seemed to be a large bowie knife coming at his face. He leaned back dodging the blow before jumping back out of the way.
"Whoa buddy, what are y..."
The man rushed him, stabbing at his mid section multiple times before trying a slash at his face across his eyes. Each one was expertly dodged by Hitake. Something wasn't right about this man though. He hadn't noticed it in the dark background of the bar but the man wore some weird sort of clothing. On it was a symbol, a symbol he had seen in many of the places in the other city. Hitake narrowed his eyes. He was followed, probably by someone either working with the gang, perhaps a higher up, or working with officials. Either way, it was obvious his previous venture had now come back to haunt him.
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Hitake Itori
Rising Soul
PL: 13,972; Oozaru (x10): 139,720; Items: One Use Pod; Heavy Weights- 3493 | 34,930;Zeni: 611
Tag: @hiratakefujitora
Posts: 111
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Post by Hitake Itori on Aug 17, 2014 10:00:04 GMT
This man was surprisingly fast and precise. Hitake would find that out the hard way as at first he underestimated him, his first attack a little on the iffy side. Now though, they were fighting hand to hand, almost as equals. Hitake had raised his left arm up to block a diagonal stab aimed at his torso, while releasing one of his own attacks with his right hand, aiming to shove his fingers into the guys stomach. The man stepped back letting his attack go past him before pushing in for another attack of his own. The man would go right past Hitake and slash at his back. Hitake rolled out from under it and turned around to face the man who was already charging him again. Hitake raised his right hand and released a distortion wave which caught the man dead on, but he had enough time to put his arms up shielding himself from the full force of the blow.
The man slid back several feet, lowering his arms to reveal his face which was hidden by cloth. He was young, early twenties. He had a single scar that ran vertically on his chin, over both his lips and stopping below the nose and at the point of the chin. Hitake had to wonder what had happened, that must have been freaking painful. He didn't have time to ponder long. The man dropped the knife then began to charge up some kind of move. Energy around him gathered until it pulled itself into an orb. It release and flew at Hitake with incredible speed. He was only barely able to step out of its path. It instead struck the side of a building causing the wall to collapse into the alley way of the bar.
Hitake grit his teeth and growled, this was going to be fun. His adrenaline was pumping, blood boiling, the Saiyan in him screaming to savor every moment of this fight. Hitake powered up, energy around him flowing. He shot forward and shot a barrage of kicks and punches at the man who responded by ducking and dodging before returning a barrage of his own. Hitake took it like a man and powered through it, every bit of his skin raised with goose bumps. He loved it, his instincts taking over, and his experience coming fourth. Hitake caught the man with a strong right to the face, The man lurched back but recovered quite quickly and countered.
Hitake was then hit in the stomach with a strong right knee. Hitake grunted as the air was knocked from him, he was then smashed in the face. He flew back a few feet before dashing forward, as if it did not phase him and smashed the man right in the face with a hard right knee, so hard he could feel teeth breaking and lips splitting. The man flipped backwards a few times and landed on his ass. He spit out a few pieces of teeth and a bit of blood before standing, panting, and taking guard in case Hitake charged again.
"Whats wrong?! A little boo boo bothering you? YOU STARTED THIS!"
Hitake grinned, gliding over the ground toward the man full speed. He barely missed the slam attack, flying by him. Hitake turned to face the man, only to have his right arm slashed open by a secret knife in the mans sleeve that he would let loose right at that moment. Blood would run down Hitake's arm, warm and wet. He looked down seeing his own blood then grinned more so. The smell and sight would drive his saiyan blood into frenzy mode. Hitake found himself pummeling the man with blows so fierce that the energy could be felt from each blew from behind the man as it passed through him. That was until he landed a blow right in his gut. The man spit up blood then crumpled on the ground and lay there gasping for air. Hitake kicked him in the head multiple times. His enemy was tough though. The third time he rolled over and pushed off the ground and jumped back, clearing his mouth and throat of any blood or fluids. The man cracked his neck then lowered his center of gravity. He was a bit addled but the man was determined, whether it was life or death to end Hitake.
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Hitake Itori
Rising Soul
PL: 13,972; Oozaru (x10): 139,720; Items: One Use Pod; Heavy Weights- 3493 | 34,930;Zeni: 611
Tag: @hiratakefujitora
Posts: 111
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Post by Hitake Itori on Aug 18, 2014 0:23:01 GMT
Seconds felt like minutes as the two men faced off, neither of them moving. Blood ran down Hitake's arm, and down the mans lower lip and from his nose. They watched each other like a hawk, so intently and intensely that if you walked between them you would choke on the air. They were focused only on each other, as if they were battling in their minds. This went on for god knows how long, but finally the man made the first move. Hitake turned only a bit as he was quickly assaulted by the man in a ballistic barrage of kicks and punches enhanced with energy. Each punch would be blocked by Hitake's arms, each kick would be blocked by Hitake's legs. It happened so fast it was hard to keep up with what was thrown. Each blow was powerful and hurt, but at the end of it all, Hitake still stood, adrenaline running even higher now.
Hitake replied in kind, once again another flurry of attacks would hit the man. They spent the next 5 minutes going back and fourth until both of them started to crash, panting heavy and getting tired. This is where it would get good. Each blow was slower but stronger. Each one hit, it was a slug fest. Both of them took powerful blows to the body and face, each one refusing to go down. Eventually the two broke off to catch their breath. At that time Hitake figured he'd best end it here and put the man out of his misery. The fun had been had, and he needed to get his arm fixed up. The man seemed to have the same idea. The two charged with powered up fists and swung at each other. Hitake had barely dodged the blow and managed to land a solid hit to the mans mid section. The man fell to his knees for only a moment. He rolled out of the way and took off away from Hitake as fast as he could. Hitake knew the blow should have damaged internal organs, and he did no chase. He had won and that was what mattered.
Finally at home, Hitake would slump into a chair. On the table was a med kit. He pulled out a needle and some stitching wire and some alcohol he would pour on the wound. He grit his teeth as it cleaned it out, he then went to work while the pain was fresh to sewing up the wound. Like a man he took the pain and pulled the wound closed before moving to the showers to clean off the blood. An hour later Hitake had recovered and was enjoying a cold one while looking over his journal. Inside he had marked everywhere he had been. One last place to go, one last dojo to check out. This was his last chance for tonight for anything to go his way.
Hitake arrived at the dojo late that evening. He moved inside to take a peak. He found that he was not allowed into the area where the turtle dojo mainly trained. That was fine, people were entitled to secrets. He waited and waited until the class was done before the teacher of the school had come out. He confronted him, and asked him about the girl named Poka. To his surprise he had learned she had trained there. He couldn't get a time or date, or any information as to where she was, but that meant he was on the right track. Hitake being surprisingly polite thanked the man and bowed before leaving. He headed back home to plan his search for a wider portion of that area and get some well deserved sleep.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Aug 19, 2014 19:47:48 GMT
If you only had actual weights to use... You'd get so much more than 3460 for this in power level! Anyway, well done!
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