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Post by Sangu on Apr 19, 2016 4:11:54 GMT
(Thread PL: 35,861 | Heavyweights OFF | Suppressed: 5)The crystal blue ocean water surrounded the Ace of Diamonds on all sides. He'd chosen this tiny pile of sand in the middle of the ocean because he just knew that Noone would find him here. He knew he would be alone, and that was the point. Etoru had all but humiliated the man from the Fukkoroh Forest in their exhibition. What's worse, the child had given him a victory by forfeit. Mind you, that would be okay...had it been a tournament...but something deep inside of him wanted to win against all odds. Being a pure blooded human, he had that desire to persevere, a fire burning in his heart that many warriors lacked.
The human spirit. The burning heart. The cool, salty air blew his long black hair out behind him as he moved his left arm slowly out, forming a fist, his left leg following the movement of his arm. Tai Chi was a form of martial arts that he'd taken up to calm his raging spirit and hone his movements. His movements were slow as he practiced various katas, controlling his breathing.
Another skill he'd learned from doing battle with Etoru was the talent of suppressing his ki. His Ki had been suppressed to about 5 for the past few hours as he trained on the tiny, deserted island. He drew in a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and the warm sand on his bare feet. This was paradise for the young warrior. He felt like the only one in the world right now as he continued his dance of slow, stretched out kicks and deliberate punches.
There was an anger burning deep inside him, but he somehow had learned to control his rage. He knew that rage could kill it's owner as well as it's target, and this calm and serene setting was helping him to keep his power low. When he would become angry, his power level would spike. Everyone would be able to feel it within a five mile radius. He had to hide for a bit, as he had lost control of his power during Intense Struggle...he couldn't control it...and it scared him.
He sighed. How could he ever master his strength if he couldn't control it? He looked down for a moment, watching a crab scurry across the tide as it rolled onto the sand. Suddenly...a foreign power level caught his attention...(Ki Sense) Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 19, 2016 13:35:44 GMT
(-No weights -PL : Yes, 96291 and 0, ayumu has no PL, but lets keep you suspicious for now~)
Yes, This powerlevel was nothing short of a duo, one with a zero, along with the other going at the full strenght of something along the likes 96,291. It was something pretty large, yet at the same time, it wasn't much more than a normal fighter who trained themselves right? No, it was the other powerlevel that was travelling alongside the speed of the other, keeping up rather well while pushing himself of the air itself starting to take note of your body along the ocean itself before lowering and attempting to land nearby, using the rhythmatic tapping of his foot to stay floating in the air whilest taking a look at your body.
"Hmm... Hello, It is ayumu..."
The woman that slowly descended with a almost unnerving motionless attitude, glared towards you, annoyed for this short break before a sudden moment of clarity started to appear on her face. Nodding slightly, almost out of nowhere before the old fart started to speak once again.
"Human right? Have you learned how to master your potential yet?, Because this lady next to me has been attempting to master hers but she seems to have forgotten the mere basic's of something along the likes of mastering our own potential. Would you be capable of doing a small fight with her? I will set her powerlevel to something that you should find a bit more interesting because i refuse to believe that what you etmit right now is your real powerlevel."
A smirk was visible on this old fart his face, constantly creating that trembling popping sound from his foot as upon closer inspection it could be seen that there was no excess energy involved, there was just a force hard enough to strike the air currents and step of it, litterally walking in the air and keeping itself up via micro hops nullifying gravity in itself.
"Although i must warn you, if you were to throw yourself on training you cannot handle, emotions will consume a person and break through their entire being, so the spar will be something rather interesting. You cannot use any special techniques, none, instead you must try and keep your ki, magical energy, mana, whatever you use stable. We will continue untill either side gives up or runs out of energy, if you do not mind."
Taking notice with a few leylines from his telepathic ability about his energy around him, slowly starting to touch it while noticing just how rough it was, knowing that if you refined this mass you would become a powerfull master who would push beyond the limits of a normal man. Who would push beyond the limits of somebody along the likes of a mere master warrior. You could easily ascend to the top of the fighting league, where the best warriors in the world hide, yet all you required was to learn to harness this rough energy of yours that ayumu was starting to feel... But what does he have to complain, he is just a old fart that disturbs you isn't he?
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Post by Sangu on Apr 19, 2016 15:38:05 GMT
Sangu's first impression of Ayumu? He was strange. The old man was literally walking on air, causing Sangu to look at him with his jaw agape. He blinked his emerald eyes a couple of times, looking between the two a few times and his first question? "How did you find me? I suppressed my power so that I may be alone here on the island. But...my name is Sangu. And it is nice to meet you."
Learning to master his potential? Sangu stroked his chin in thought, his eyes watching that crab again. It would be great to learn to master this form which hit him from time to time, where his power just spiked. Mostly this would happen when he was in dire need, which could be inconvenient when he REALLY needed that boost in power. His enemies were more powerful than he was, which took him by suprise. He considered the man's proposal for a moment, then answered. "I would love to spar with this beautiful...err..." he saw no expression, and shook his head. There was no since in flirting with the woman. "...yeah. Let's do this!"
His power slowly began to rise...
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 19, 2016 15:56:58 GMT
While you gave the straight answer of getting into this spar, Ayumu would spread his arms, causing a surge of energy to become visible as suddenly a large wooden platform started to form from this small sandy position as it ended up in the size of 30 metres squared, with a circle in the middle, Hana starting to meet your powerlevel rather honestly without faltering even a tiny bit. Concetrating her mana, slowly letting it flow through her body before giving a soft cough.
"Please forgive me, just like i will forgive you, for if we hurt each other."
That was her first response, before landing on the ground and instantly putting up pressure, closing in on you, hoping to go for a rather simple jab towards your torso with her open palm, keeping her side faced towards you while turning her head to lock eyecontact if neccesary.
"I can smell the scent of a warrior on you, somebody who likes to win and beat down his enemies, am i right mister?!"
Showing a few sharp teeth, she grinned at you rather honestly, hoping to get you to truely challenge her every move and put up a rather interesting front!
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Ayumu himself would let out a painfull sigh at seeing Hana dash in for a rather quick blow with her palm, energy surging of her as she had already started to concetrate her energy source within her body, continiously making it swirl inside like a soft river. Yet the mind of Ayumu was wandering to the body of this other warrior infront of him, knowing that he had prepared a emergency move for if things were to go badly. No, He was prepared to dirty his hands with blood if this warrior wouldn't keep honour to its word, expecting him to start charging his energy within while moving along with every pace.
'Is this even a smart choice? he seems like the man who could be easily conquered by his own power... or would be a revolution to the science of the techniques made for strenghtening a person their own body? If only there was anybody capable of teaching this fellow body strenghtening techniques... right?'
Starting to hide a rather vicious smile, he could already imagine the plans that would be performed on this man, the tests, the training, the constant pressure, slowly going over a list of dangers within his mind over what would be a stupid choice. Before simply keeping his eyes keen on the distance, trained on the waters that they travelled over merely by chance. If a interruption were to come at this very moment, that would mean that this training would be for nothing and this new connection he was starting to try and convince for the greater good would be much harder if its a unknown person once again. Yet where do all these trained fighters come from, was it the cause of the saiyan empire's attack that stirred our blood? A peculiar question...
-KP USE DISALLOWED FOR THIS FIGHT- -Fight rule, do not lose concetration, keep charging your energy!-
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Post by Sangu on Apr 19, 2016 16:11:59 GMT
Little did Ayumu know, Sangu had perfected the art of concentration under pressure. As the woman dashed forward at him he kept a straight face, his power steadily climbing. He knew Ayumu could see his trademark invisible aura, which wasn't really invisible as it was possible to see the air around him wavering as if it were heat bouncing off of a pavement on a hot Summer's afternoon.
As she put the pressure on him, he didn't move. He merely thrust a hand downward, pushing the jab away. He'd responded plainly, his power never faltering. "I smell like a warrior because I am, ma'am. I've trained almost my entire life, since I was five years old. When I was fourteen..." he remained calm as he explained, his power still moving steadily upwards...4500...5000...5500...6000..."I was kidnapped...under the pretense..." he sidestepped another punch, not losing his concentration, the warrior showing his prowess. "...that if I served the man who kidnapped me...then he would sparey fam..."
By now, Ayumu and Hana could feel the human's power skyrocketing. His eyes flashed with horrible power, sand swirling at his feet...he would need to be calmed down to continue this training...
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 19, 2016 16:33:31 GMT
While your power had started to soar upwards, to levels known mostly to Ayumu as a rather good upstart warrior, yet the expierience that had been building up within your body surely was nothing short of a real warrior was it? Hana starting to mimic your growth of power, starting to refine her energy softly before hopping backwards a few times, knowing that it wouldn't be all too clever to just let you go berserk.
"You think that is a reason to complain? The moment you complain is the moment people will leave you behind from their training, so come on, buckle up."
Using a swift hop to charge towards you, she slammed the air to her right before jumping past you, kicking of the air itself to weave herself behind you and perform a rather long winded heeldrop towards your arm. Keeping her moves simple, while at the same time dividing her attention.
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Ayumu himself was spending his time listening to your words before giving a rather large bouldering shout, it was nothing short of a true battle cry. Blasting it towards the battle field that you two were on, he started generating magical energy, manifesting humanoid figures that were starting to look towards the battle that was being performed.
"Sangu! Do you think that darkness is the path that we should travel?!, Do you think justice will come to those who lose themselves to something as simple as a rage filled emotion or dissapointment?! Listen to this god damn old fart who brings forwards some clear information."
Pointing his hands towards the signatures that were all around you, their powerlevels were nihil, nothing, yet at the same time their expressions looked alive, honest, some even starting to cheer for one of the two sides in a silent tone. Raising their arms and throwing it up in content.
"These people are the people we protect... These people are the people we are trying to find ourselves imbued with power from. Gather the power that is within your heart and let your energy explode! Let your energy turn into a dazzling supernova before transforming into something beyond your original power!"
Dropping his body to the ground, sitting with his legs crossed, ayumu slammed both his hands on the wooden floor, a splat of blood becoming visible from the power he was putting behind his blow, causing the entire platform to lighlty tremble, nothing too much. Yet it was the mere expression of his attempt to risk his own body for somebody like you. He just met you for god sake and already is putting his own body at risk to just make you learn something like this. Who exactly was this man who called out to you to grab hold of your own darkness, pull it up and strangle away its controll...
It couldn't be... Was he telling you to transform and to try and sustain it by sheer willpower? That was the goal of continiously building up your energy, just to lure you into doing this?!
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Post by Sangu on Apr 19, 2016 16:51:10 GMT
The warrior loved this. He loved the drama, the power he could feel within his body. He'd felt as if he'd reached his limits as that invisible aura now flared a bright white color, the wooden platform shaking and creaking below him. Suddenly, in a flash of bright white ki, his body began to change...from the hair to the toes...
He could feel his muscles straining against his skin as veins popped up above his skin...those muscles pushed against his bones, cracking noises heard as his power began to rise even higher, the sky above the island turning black...flashing with lightning. Hurricane force winds pushed at the palm trees, the leaves whipping to and fro, a crabs eyes going wide as it hid under a rock...
"HhhhhhaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa!" Similarly to a super saiyan, his hair became more stark, standing up on end. If his power level were read by now, it would have seemingly improved by leaps and bounds...about 106,000...he shouted out an answer to his would be Sensei..."YOU'RE RIGHT! It is not hate that fuels a man's power, Ayumu. It is not rage...it is a sense of justice! A need to protect!"
His power faltered just a bit, sweat pouring down from his forehead. Every bone and muscle in his body ached from this "overclocking" of his physical well-being in the name of power...but he stood fast. "Damn it! I will not give up! I will control this power! I have to!" He fought the pain as he concentrated his force outwardly, muscles rippling...his legs quivered slightly but the young man would stay strong, his undefeated will pushing him harder than ever to Master this energy...
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 19, 2016 17:06:08 GMT
While you shouted about your sense of justice, Hana would finally take her step back, stopping the fight, causing a whip to pull ayumu into the combat scenario before pouring some energy within the main body of his.
"Okay, I am going to stabalize the energy for you... Or atleast assist you in trying!"
His hands starting to glow, starting to combine the ability to telepathically contact you along with ki suppresion to start pressurizing the energy, letting it seep out slowly more and more. Working on the entire scenario of this moment... Everything could easily collapse and fail, yet here he was, ayumu working his entire body to collapsion just for the sake of this stranger while sweat started to run past his brow.
"Are you able to still feel that burning passion of justice in our hearts?!, Can you feel the mere movement of our justice trying to push its way outwards in a vortex of power?! Controll your justice, work for your justice and push past the very limitations of our human bodies. I am certain that you can do this, just follow my guidance and let it flow through you like some protective wave!"
Starting to push out more and more energy to suppress yours, it was a rather omnious task knowing the limitations of somebody with zero power level it was also a great chance to fit into the tiny gaps of his power and urge the flow into certain directions. At some points there were even small influxes of his own energy that he shipped towards you, knowing that he could be pushed to his own death. Looking if the entire ordeal that was happening now would be ending with the use of the abilities he had build up untill now.
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Hana herself? She was taking this moment to temporarily compress her energy, making certain that the moment that something went wrong, she would unleash her full power and ascend, delivering a mighty blow to knock him out or even take him out. At all moments you have to make certain that nothing could stand a possible risk? Yet here he was, putting those rules to the wall, which hana knew with natural sight upon this mere situation. Constantly preparing shortcuts for creatures to get stronger even faster and more powerfully. But what could he expect from something as simply as this transformation, she had ascended towards it without even the lightest bit of trouble after unlocking it at first. How much trouble did humans have to go through to even manage to find the power that belonged to them? No, She knew the burning emotion that was visible within her heart as she stood there, flames curling up around her as she wasn't showing any obvious killing intent, just her burning magical energy in the origin of her body wanting to surge outwards to protect all she cared about. Yet was she truely prepared to give everything to stop this? or would she once again believe in him and just wait?
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Post by Sangu on Apr 19, 2016 22:39:34 GMT
This was a strange encounter for the young warrior to be sure. He could hear Ayumu's voice in his mind, but more so deep within his soul as their energies combined and danced in the air. The pain he was in felt immense, a pain a lesser man would succumb to but not the Ace of Diamonds. Ayumu could see the scars of battle on the chest, arms, and back of the stranger who despite the hurt, was matching his power to the best of his abilities. "This passion, this fire that burns within our souls for justice. It is the eternal flame of life that cannot be extinguished, Sensei. We risk our lives to protect others...to empower them to protect themselves. Ayumu.. I can feel it...I can feel this immense strength coming under my control..."
He began to understand it. This power Ayumu was teaching him about wasn't something foreign. It felt strange at first, but after a bit of this exercise with Ayumu, his muscles were beginning to relax. The pain was slowly beginning to fade and he could feel his immense rage dying...his power was becoming more consistent and controlled. Ayumu could certainly feel it as well, as the man's hulking form turned to normal...yet his power could still be sensed..."Is...is this what it feels like, Mister Ayumu? I'm not in pain...I don't feel like I am going to pass out anymore...what is this, sir? How does one...wow...I'm controlling this great power?"
His aura flourished as a smile formed on his face, finding a warrior's peace within his soul. It was peaceful...yet he was prepared to kick anyone's as who'd threaten the innocent. What Ayumu felt was the purity of good in the soul of Sangu, and needless to say...Hana had nothing to worry about.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 20, 2016 10:42:49 GMT
While you started to feel the energy of peace surging within you, you would see ayumu taking apart the link slowly, every thread slowly springing apart as the connection was severed. This boat of yours finally having grown stable enough to float on the ocean of your power with your mentality in controll while he started to let out painfull breaths. Slowly grasping his own torso and fallin down on his knees, you could see sweat drenching his entire forehead, looking downwards to the ground with a pained agony before slowly starting to raise his body upwards.
"Fuck..."
Ayumu spoke while trying to keep himself stable, not wanting to fall over already and pass out, just from expending a bit of magical energy, it wasn't supposed to hurt this badly this connection right? Why in the gods name would this start to hurt this badly, it was just a mystery question towards himself. Incapable of answering this he just increased his energy consumption for a moment while taking out a small herbal collection and starting to chew on it before raising a finger towards you and coughing lightly.
"S-s-sorry, please, excuse me for a moment, let me catch my breath"
Softly starting to breathe in while hana had already dashed forwards wanting to place her hand on his shoulder, but it would have been a disgracefull action, she kept a outwards to you and took a look at the consumption before shouting at you.
"Go do fifty straight jabs with each hand! You have to master the power quickly while you are given the chance, we have no time to worry about Ayumu, he is exhausted because his little energy was taken away by trying to assist you, are you going to waste his sacrifice that nearly costed his life? Come on, Perform the jabs, stabalize this power and make it feel like a second skin towards yourself!"
Having placed a few energy bolts before you that didn't move, but instead functioned as solid targets to strike with your fist, ones that would hurt rather badly if you just carelessly jabbed them with the weight behind them. You better perform the jabs correctly or you may get a complete sermon from both Hana and Ayumu about slacking and wasting this one chance you had, wasting this beautifull chance of growing into something much bigger, into the ultimate close combat warrior. We were so close, it was just a hair width away before you would be put in the starting zone for everybody to spread their powers and get further in life.
"Afterwards, i want you to perform ten kicks with each leg at the spheres... If you truely feel like this is what you have enough of, you may end this training at any point. But i will only make it harder and harder for you the longer you keep on to make your mastery just the more perfect. But that is what you expected did you not mister?"
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Post by Sangu on Apr 20, 2016 13:53:14 GMT
To say that Sangu was grateful to Ayumu for this training would be an understatement, so much so that he almost felt bad for the man. He'd expended a ton of energy helping Sangu unlock a hidden potential the likes of which he'd never seen before. The likes of which he'd never FELT before. The power surging through the young man'a extremities was not altogether unfamiliar but he'd never been able to sustain it before. Often times it'd leave him laying in a hospital.
He looked at the old man with respect as Ayumu chewed on his herbs. "Thank you sir, I'll not let you down." A light breeze caught the hair of Sangu as he turned toward Hana, his footing on the raft as stable as a rock. "He's amazing. Now...you say I need to master this power while I can, so I will not let Ayumu's training go to waste."
He wouldn't let the man'a sacrifice be in vain. If there was one thing the Ace of Diamonds knew, it was that you never look a gift horse in the mouth. He knew that Hana was right, and as Hana tended to her friend, he stepped aside. Staggering his feet apart, his arms down at his sides, he began to let the power flow through his fists. First the left jabs...counting to himself with each one. "One....two...." the white ki infused punches vibrated the orbs, a show of his newfound power..."....three....four....five...six..." his speed increased with each jab, left jabs....not alternating. He followed the directions to the letter, his arms becoming slightly sore. He repeated the motions with his right fist, each time, the orb vibrating as his fist touched it.
He was very mindful of the weight behind the target, pulling his punch with enough caution to avoid breaking his knuckles. His concentration was pinpoint, sharp like a razor. As he began the kicks, he turned his body sideways, gritting his teeth as he kicked the orbs with straight sidekicks. Sweat poured from the young warrior as he trained, feeling the two strangers' eyes upon him. But he couldn't lose focus...that was the whole point of this training...
Hana would look at the man questioningly, as he was getting tired. She'd be able to tell...but his spirit would prove to be unbreakable as he looked at her, panting..."W-what is next? Let's continue!"
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 20, 2016 23:55:23 GMT
While you had thanked the man known as Ayumu, his face showed a kind smile, one full of wonder and amazement that would have shocked most people in the amount of radiant life he was still carrying while suffering obviusly, giving not a single word but this kind smile that would melt the heart of many warriors, that had obvious found its way into the ranks of a thousand diffrent creatures and even sliced apart the darkness in so many diffrent souls.
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While the orb vibrated with every punch, the cracks that were visible on it were suprising, the strenght that you were pulling out immense along with the radiant glory behind every punch filled with the honour of a thousand warriors even more brightfull as your sweat left markings on the ground. Thin stripes in constant patterns that were known to be from precision, from repetition and from honesty.
"Now kicks!"
She had shouted upon finishing the punches, the carefull expertise that was shown was praised upon by her silence, her refusal to complain towards you. Knowing that you wouldn't give up, she only grinned and nodded slightly, refusing to let him give up at any point, no, this would continue for a long while longer.
Manifesting a few spheres of energy, she slowly thinned them out into saw shaped blades, using her finely tuned controll over them to start spinning, becoming a vicious circle of light that would bring fear to one person their limbs for even getting close to it. Pointing towards you she then spoke.
"One hundred blows, Spinning targets, you may only hit them when they reach the cardinal directions."
This time the training was a bit harder, with how the discs normally did zero damage, it wasn't impossible to cause damage to yourself by missing and having it cut a small incision into your flesh. No, It was the danger of rapidly moving targets that were marked 1-10, Meaning you had to hit them in order, in time and even while keeping a eye on your positioning of where the sun was to make certain you knew where the four cardinal directions were. She was trying to hammer in the knowledge of situational awareness along with rapid reflexes. But this was not a challenge you could take forever at, you were forced to do this while knowing the cardinal directions, you had no idea what would happen if you didn't hit in the four cardinal directions while the sun was down without checking it...Would this be a instant failstate for this training and push you back to the ground!? With a shattered will and broken promises, unable to complete the training!? No, you had to finish this within the time limit, you were the ace of diamonds were you not?!, The warrior of justice itself. Never would justice falter, never would justice ever think to itself to give up and fail. You had to strive to better yourself, even when being overworked to high heaven by this woman....
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Post by Sangu on Apr 21, 2016 5:14:25 GMT
Delving deeper and deeper into the realms of power and concentration. Sangu wasn't afraid to admit that this woman working him so hard was more a matter of pride than embarrassment. Sangu wanted the power which Ayumu had informed him of, he knew he NEEDED it. Justice never rolled over and died, and so neither did the Ace of Diamonds. He would become the Warrior of Justice, a veritable vigilante for Earth.
He staggered his stance, and watched the blades closely for a moment. Each time they would pass, he would take a note of where they were in relation to the sun. Most warriors would have given up at this point, this dangerous situation causing their bravery to falter. But Sanguinis Plasmas was not most warriors as those who knew him would know that he was persistent and had an unending drive to succeed.
It was about six o'clock when this part of their training began, the sun looking like a red diamond in the sky as it raced toward the horizon. He understood the sense of urgency all the more now as he knew that soon he would have no way of knowing where to strike if he didn't "strike while the iron was hot" so to speak. The first blade lined up with the setting sun and he pushed off the ground, kicking from the hip, twisting his body in midair...blade number one took a quick three kick combo...then another two...up to five...
He had to be careful. These ten blades were as dangerous as his own "Hundred Bladed Attacks". The next blade was a bit harder as it had no guide, but he cleverly felt the direction of the wind to pinpoint where his strike should fall, then struck put behind him at blade number three. No blood yet. It was a tense situation to be sure, but his strength, speed, and accuracy were being tested like never before...by now he was up to about fourty...blades dissipating at a certain number of kicks...
He waited for a few seconds, narrowing his eyes and striking out at number four with a roundhouse, jumping to the same leg with a straight kick and taking out number five, with a knee kick, straight kick, and roundhouse "Incredible...I'm doing it! It's difficult, but my training is paying off!" He could feel that sense of urgency increasing as the sun began escape.
His body reaching heights of speed he could only dream of, he had fifteen blows to go...and a few blades to finish...
In midair, he performed an incredible combination of kicks that would dissipate three more of the blades...and seeing the ninth pointed due west, being at eighty seven blows...number nine took about seven kicks to finish...putting him at ninety four...the sun dipped below the horizon...and it would appear he'd failed...yet he still didn't give up. Harkening back to his blind fighting, he closed his eyes...listened...felt the wind...heard the blade spinning...and once it was in place...he unleashed his final barrage of kicks..."Ninety five! Ninety six! Ninety seven! Ninety eight! Ninety nine!" Hitting a bicycle kick..."One hundred!"
He landed on his feet before Hana and Ayumu with a smile, eyes filled with excitement. "This is fun! What's next!?"
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Apr 21, 2016 11:56:54 GMT
It was not only enjoyment that was brought outwards as Hana started to gather her energy, making certain to charge up enough before manifesting two copies of pure energy, moving according to her whim as she had closed her eyes, concetrating rather closely to make certain to not fuck up their movements. Making them move forwards, she then spoke.
"You cannot let them hit you even once."
That was the single word she spoke as they both rushed in, attempting to deliver a straight jab towards you. Their speeds were nothing to laugh at, closing in like bullets while every blow was... Without damage, not a single scratch could be caused by them apart from the training fuel that they delivered.
'Every fighter has a choice'
She thought to herself, slowly keeping her concetration up, using the mere medium of sound and the movements in the wind, every wasted movement or time that he tried to put strenght behind his moves he would only betray his intentions and cause her pressure ot increase. It would cause their attacks to intensify to your location, going to bash at you with the outmost precision.
'To listen to that voice inside, that voice that tells them what to do'
Slowly starting to remember one of her past endeavors to even get close to the level of strenght she was at currently, remembering when Celmaru complained that she was too strong and always tried to strive above her. Yet when he was sleeping, she was there, outside, striking the trees for hours upon hours losing her sleeping time for more training.
'I know the struggle may be long, i know the winners have come and gone... Yet we will carry on wont we?'
Remembering the fights she had with Celmaru, how she always went for the risky plays, knowing she had nothing to lose when she would take a fatal hit, that every single fight that was pushed on his plate would just be another challenge these people had to overcome. Because every single time she would face against a enemy, she had just been balancing on the edge of being dead or alive, never truely being capable of showing the mere productivity of a normal warrior. One that knew what to protect before giving away your life to something as stupid as death itself, removing yourself from the clutches of its sweet embrace.
Ayumu had always been able to tell her that he would never be afraid to give his life for others, he had even given a example today, giving nearly his entire life to bring this warrior up on his path to the future. Constantly attempting to bring forwards stupid choices that fitted his personality... Seriously, she could still imagine how he had spread his arms before the blast of a titan himself. Floating above the tip of one of the mountains, with blows colliding against each other, Hana could only feel her energy starting to surge. Constantly sparkling around her as she only intensified her concetration, slowly manifesting a thicker aura.
'Will this dream of ours last forever? will i ever allow it to die?'
She questioned this to herself softly, before slamming down one of her feet, having expected him to have survived quite a few blows, before rushing forwards and starting to spar with a 3rd energy being, slamming her body into the heavy body. Constantly striking against the limbs and causing collisions as dents appeared on her body, tearing into her flesh. Having grown frustrated she looked over at the warrior known as Sangu. Knowing that everything would be incapable of doing without pushing yourself completely as she had her blows still create ripples on the 3rd energy clone, giving him a short break of the fighting.
"We will rise to the challenge every time will we not Sangu?"
She spoke with a grin, Making certain to let the aura of her mana be able to be felt, proudly flaunting it towards you. It wasn't a show of who was stronger, it was to show you just how much more powerfull you would be able to get as she slowly continued to hum in her head, smiling softly while clutching her fist. Showing the many wounds she had obtained while exhausting herself to merely train you... Every single move that was being used here was nothing short of a small competition, it was a choice of a life or death situation. Constantly being forced to drain energy of Ayumu who was sitting there, resting carefully, leaning softly on a manifested piece of wood as she had allowed you to get just a short break in before the next challenge. We had to catch every moment of potential within this life of ours, we were not infinit in our age, we were not immortal, this was merely impossible. Nothing could ascend us to the levels of immortality like the mighty shenron, Yet here we are making the most out of this as she stood ready. Hoping to have you take the most out of this single minute break while a vortex of thoughts was going through her head.
Slowly giving a look towards Ayumu his body, giving a worried groan before looking back towards the clone that she was striking rather viciously, hiding her worry under the constant premise of training and hard work, she never let her honest opinions strike the light of the day, bringing forwards the mere illusion of her hard working attitude as she had finally obtained somebody to protect you know. She would never forgive herself if she didn't give everything she could to get everybody stronger and more powerfull to be prepared against what can happen. She really just wanted to have everybody safe and prepared for what may be called the end of all times, the war that could cause everything to be destroyed within mere moments. Small droplets of crystal seeping out of the body of Hana whilest she continued to strike.
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Post by Sangu on Apr 23, 2016 1:01:41 GMT
Something Sanguinis had never been asked to do would be to fight without being his. In all of his days, and all of his training, he was always one to roll with the punches and he'd taken a few Earth shattering ones. But this time, things were different. His impromptu senseI had given him the direction "don't get hit" and he was sure that if he did get hit, it wasn't going to feel good. Still, he was fearless and his thirst for knowledge grew with each passing second. He ducked a roundhouse from Hana and slid sideways to avoid a punch, bending backwards to dodge a left hook.
"You've got amazing moves..." he started, hopping over a sweep. "...m'lady. But I will not..." he sidestepped a jab. "...let you hit me with them!"
Wait...Ayumu never said that he couldn't hit back either. He wasn't much for hitting a lady to be honest, all things considered. Unless she was purely evil, then he wouldn't dare hit her. But maybe he should, right? After all, not all those who would destroy the world were male. He watched every movement she made...every single twitch of her movements.
"Hmm...everyone moves differently when they fight..." she could see him studying her movements, even as he dodged expertly, like a cat...his reflexes were fast. When he saw the muscle in his left thigh tense he caught her leg by the ankle, spinning her around. He saw a bicep twitch and ducked...her punch hit air. Ayumu would be proud...the student's concentration never faltered...
It was then that he began matching her move for move and countering, ending with a Pele kick to her forehead, rocking Hana, then doing a kip up and taking a defensive stance, his aura flaming with focused energy...
(Sorry if this is shorter than usual, but I did my best with the time I had. I hope you like it.)
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