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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 10, 2016 1:40:32 GMT
There was a prominent thought lingering within a specific hybrid's mind. There was a time when this hybrid believed that he had reached a peak of his mastery over combat form. Considering the events that he had witnessed, the people he met, there was often something greater to achieve. Pondering such thoughts, the hybrid husband Celmaru Waterfield began an individual search of his own; perhaps to advance anything beyond mere transformations. Along aimless wanderings, the early morning air more crisp than usual, it just so happened that the hybrid had stumbled upon a rather empty area. Celmaru was brought forth from the secluded spaces of his mind, immediately taking note of the lack of simply anyone around him. "Why the-"A large symbol caught the hybrid's eye. It was a simple kanji, displaying a word that the hybrid couldn't remember. A small arch hung over Celmaru as he peeked about; finding nothing. There was a strange abundance of orange, oddly enough. The hybrid did know of a somewhat famous dojo, their most prominent hue was orange as well. Taking a few cautious steps within the open courtyard, a dark entrance was visible only a few yards away. Shifting his gaze around repeatedly, the hybrid quirked a brow as he beheld the silent building. 'Aren't the Southern Islands a more popular land to visit?'It was strange for such a seemingly vast building to be so vacant. The hybrid placed a palm upon the entryway as he glanced among the dusty interior of this building. "....Hmmm." A single step was took, yet a clearly audible echo reverberated throughout the room. Dust suddenly shot up into the open air, fluttering haphazardly. Celmaru nearly flinched, however the silence was likely coming upon him in an uncomfortable fashion. Swatting the floating dust away, the hybrid contemplated Walker's form and ability as he traversed the room. 'Portals, a form-fitting stance, even a style befitting of his bodily structure. Walker is fortunate to have such a suitable combat form. I've just been running off ancient fumes all this time. Ancestors and their fragmented memory can only go so far. I doubt that even asking him would allow me to advance as he has; certain forms can only be found appropriate for certain individuals.'As the persisting thoughts concluded, Celmaru had spotted a sort of tabletop. Another brow was quirked upon this discovery. Shuffling towards the sight of the tabletop, more figures appeared. More akin to cylinders, if nothing else. The lighting, as lackluster as it was, is still suitable for reading...and a read the hybrid was about to reveal. Several dusty, perceptibly ancient scrolls were strewn about the table-esqe surface. "Huh?"The very same kanji was atop an unfurled scroll. Another term was also nearby, and the signals finally registered within the hybrid's cranium. Kamehameha
The hybrid could only bring himself to stare as he read that singular term repeatedly. How could this be? Wasn't the school that instructed others of this move moderately famous? The hybrid's right eye began to twitch; this couldn't be conceivable? "Why is the Turtle School empty?!"What kind of Master would leave their dojo so suspiciously vacant!? It was nigh insulting to the entire school and its previous students! Ire flared within the hybrid, yet there a sort of urge beginning to stir within Celmaru. There surely must be something to rectify this. Staring at the scroll, the hybrid paused. No, that very thought was ludicrous. Guiding his left palm atop the parchment, slipping a finger beneath it; the hybrid lifted the reading material for a closer look. "The Turtle Devastation Wave...otherwise known as the Kamehameha...sweet Kais above."In all his life, Celmaru never expected to be near any of the Turtle School grounds, much less official documentation of its techniques. The hybrid grunted a dismissive sound, hoping to brush away his disbelief. Unfortunately, as simple as it seemed; this was akin to an honor. Yet there wasn't a soul around to see, much less take a witness' note of this "event". "..."Another thought occurs. Over the past few months, Celmaru had trained multiple sorts of students; yet not a single one had an official facility in which to train or educate themselves about Martial Arts. The hybrid usually encouraged a more personal style for all, albeit ultimately in a silent manner. Glancing about the wide room once again, ideas of instructing Noxa or Namorel here was rather...appealing. Others could be taught here, as well; even finding a place to reside in if need be...yet there still wasn't a single residing soul to be found. "Perhaps..."No, that idea was still too inane. However, Celmaru has been teaching others how to combat their enemies and achieve growth for a while now. Perhaps he could finally secure a job this way? Over the past nine months, the hybrid has grown from the assistance of others; yet what of other aspiring warriors? Another urge stirred within the hybrid's stomach, this one far greater than before. "Maybe, I could make my own sort of impact."Politics bored him, Economics was his least favorite subject, Mathematics were terrible in his mind, most employers wouldn't even dare interview him. Besides more personal contact with others, interacting in a hospitable manner, the hybrid has done nothing for others that might need it. Otherwise, he had been akin to a super-powered hermit. This could be his only chance to develop both his own ability and this world's few warriors. The lack of a challenge in the hybrid's ability often egged at him daily, perhaps this could be a way to ignore such irritating effects of Saiyan blood? "...."The hybrid shifted his gaze, facing the scrolls once again...and a decision was made. This world, as Walker had stated to believe, this world was too weak for its own good; wallowing in its weakness as others protect it. This time, a possible effort could be done to change that, if not only somewhat. Create more protectors of the Earth, advance his own ability for when the time comes, even meet others for greater notoriety; albeit that only for the Turtle School's benefit. 'Phae! Can you hear me?'
'Hmmm~?'
'Ah, did I wake you?'
'Mmmwhat is it husband~?'
'What do you think about Turtles?'
'Wha~?'
'I'm considering becoming the Master of the Turtle School. There isn't anyone to be found here. Perhaps I could make a sort of difference here by taking command over here.'
'Eeeeeehhhhh~?'
'If you can, please come to the Southern Islands! Or better yet, I could head home and take you!'
'Give me a few moments, husband~'
'Be very careful on your way here, Phae!'Hastily rolling up the Kamehameha scroll, Celmaru held a surprisingly confident grin upon his facial features. This was how he could make an impact on this planet; perhaps he can truly be sure of it. A sudden glee welling up within Celmaru, the hybrid frantically stepped about, wondering if there were any leftover Gi material available.
This Claim Thread will last until 6:40 PM MST! If no interference occurs, then Celmaru will become the Turtle Hermit! Thread PL: 319,235!
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 10, 2016 23:54:06 GMT
Though Zexama was still the master but I will jump in here for some fun there Celmaru }}
The abandonded dojo of the Turtle School was one that Ninjin remembered all to well from her days of leading the academy. She had found it listed within her travels and had been more than willing to try and rebuild it but with noone else around the area she had abandoned it as the main dojo in the Southern Capitol was more than ready and willing to train new people within. So she had left it abanadoned. Why it was she was flying over the are shortly later she did not know but she was passing it as she felt a power within it.
Landing upon the island Ninjin had her power lowered to that of a normal human as she would not want to provoke someone by coming in full bore especially if this was just someone that wanted to find shelter which many seemed to within the islands region. Her mind was racing a little as she moved along the gi she wore straightened out a little as she moved into the central arena. Glancing around she would trail the persons ki as best as she could. :: Thankfully this was actually traceable so this was not another god awful bio android or android coming to claim knowledge from the slowly dessicating ruins. Let me see just who it is that is here. See what it is that they are looking for. ::
Ninjin managed to catch a trace of the man's ki. Heading toward an area of the enclave that should of been cleared a long time ago instead it seemed it had been left intact. She would have to take care of this before someone learned of the Kienzan instead of something more harmless than that. Entering the room she let out a light cough as the man was reading the scroll in from of himself.
"May I ask what it is someone is doing on holy ground of MY old school?"
Moving to show off the fact she had the emblem on her chest matching the seal upon the scroll he had opened. She was not attempting to be intimidating in any manner or form but the casting of the light from behind her into the area would easily give her the appearance of someone much stronger or more vicious than even she could imagine.
{{ PL is at 128,315, Limited at the moment to 5 to not be a threat. No weights are being worn by Ninjin. }}
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 11, 2016 10:13:50 GMT
The scroll containing the classic Turtle School technique was soon upon the tabletop as another was taken for a brief read. A record of a sort of student was before the hybrid's eyes as it read the following.
'The Turtle Master had told me to master both the Art of Peace and Art of War. This sort of training...its odd, simply put.'
'Preparations to begin lessons concerning the Kamehameha, or what I've been told, was strenuous at best. What ever Ki I have might be drained in an instant if I use it; what sort of power could such a technique hold? Then there was the El-ct-i- -h-ck Sur-ri-e...what could that be?'
'...Why does the -ie-z-n technique look like a pizza?'
Several scratches and blurs obscured Celmaru's reading, however the hints regarding this school's techniques proved rather intriguing. Yet, there would one that would interrupt this silence. Another Ki signature was nearby, albeit minuscule. Twirling upon his heel to face the newfound signature, Celmaru was met with a lone woman. This woman was forcing a single expunge of air, a reverberation of such sounds permeating throughout the vacant room. As she concluded, the hybrid stood silently, awaiting a plausible comment from this newcomer. Guiding his forearm behind him, the hybrid returned the documenting scroll atop the table. The red-haired arrival spoke a singular comment, as the hybrid expected, and questioned his presence in the dojo.
"I was hoping to pick up the Turtle School; perhaps revive it from its sudden disappearance. However, I wouldn't call such a place 'holy'...Martial Arts isn't much of a secular subject."
The detail regarding that this woman mentioned it being 'her' school was somewhat discomforting. Yet, there was a rather irritating connection alongside that detail; the immense lack of use, nor cleanliness within these grounds. If this woman was truly the Turtle Master, then why wasn't she maintaining her own Dojo, or School? What was she doing all this time to have the Turtle School degrade into such a state? The hybrid began to furrow his brows, his gaze shifting to meet the similar Turtle Kanji. A further irritation began to stir as the dust swirled about, the Turtle Emblem in full view.
"...I'd be more inclined to believe you to be the Turtle Master if your Ki wasn't so minuscule by comparison to other warriors. If you're suppressing it, release your true power. If you happen to not be restricting your energy...then I'd rather believe you to be bluffing."
Another glance about the previously silent room brought forth another inquiry.
"Hell, if you really are the Turtle Master, why is the school in this sort of state? Why is there not a single soul to be found besides us? If you are the Master of this dojo, what have you been doing to leave the school in such a disarray? Why would you leave what is supposedly your school empty and unused?"
"If the current Master of the Turtle School is unable to do their job, or none of the students aren't bothering to take the mantle that they could've taken...I'd be glad to fill the position. Preferably not by force, mind you. Knowing that I have students of my own, it would be wonderful to have them learn through an official sort of instruction; rather than just my unofficial ramblings. Perhaps I can even better myself through the Turtle School as well, in the process."
Clearing his throat, settling his mind as his thoughts began to conclude, the hybrid would gesture to the dusty room. Telepathically, a single message was conveyed to the newfound stranger.
'This planet needs more protectors regardless. I hope to create a wonderful training facility for both aspiring Martial Artists and future World Protectors. If the Turtle Master, whether that be you or not, won't do that much...then I hope to do so in their place.'
(Texts from scrolls and other text will not be bolded) The hopefully civilized debate has begun! Let's hope this doesn't resort to violence.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 11, 2016 20:38:31 GMT
"The place is holy because it was left to the elements some years ago. Long before I took up the mantle and long before I had to retire from the position due to reasons I would rather not fully discuss with someonbe I do not know."
Nnjin would respond to the other hybrid as she shifted ever so slightly in her stance. She was obviously sizing him up as she looked at him. Yet as she stood there she could not but feel a kindred feeling from this man. Almost like herself when she had first begun to delve through the texts and how she had found a similar scroll to the one he had about the KAmehameha and how she had used it to create her spiral wave attack several years earlier.
Clearing her throat as she listened to him speak out and questioning her and why it was she was not leading the school personally made her release her held control over her ki. Allowing it to flow out and surround her she looked right at him. "I am Ninjin Nedrag former Hermit for the Turtle School. So yes I am not the current master. That would be a majin by the name of Zexama. Where she has vanished to I do not know. You speak about being a teacher then you can understand how I fel about having someone just appear inside of a place that really should be left alone."
She could sympathize with Celmaru when it came to finding a place to teach his pupils that where not just some ramblings that people would consider the ravings of a mad man. As she spoke Ninjin would let her ki just flow back to the normal that she kept it at.
"This planet does need more protectors. There needs to be people to defend her to that I agre and have always left my door open to any who sought the training of the Turtle School since my forced retirement. Just like I am willing to offer you. The Turtle School techniques are powerful but in the wrong hands that last one you where attempting to read can be deadly. As it is not something to be trifled with."
Pausing Ninjin looked him in the eyes her own narrowing a little. Taking in a breath she would exhale slowly and close her eyes before opening them once more.
"You want to be the leader correct? You wish to take the seat of the Hermit? Then there are several other than myself that would stand in front of you and they were both trained by myself. The afformentioned Majin and another star travelling pupil of mine. The two of them do take this very seriously but as you can tell I am not the strongest of warriors upon this planet. Not by the longest of shots. That power I gave up a long time ago to have my children. However strength is not everything and I would be willing to assist you in learning the techniques of the Turtle School if you wanted. It is much easier to learn them when you train with someone instead of reading some dusty old scrolls that should not be left out in the open as they are."
The offer had been made Ninjin the former hermit was extended a metaphorical hand toward Celmaru. Train with her and let her see his worth and she would teach him the techniques needed to become the Turtle Hermit in more practical ways than readin what the techniques are or what they do from dusty scrolls.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 12, 2016 3:17:24 GMT
"Most warriors aren't too religious, miss. Either way, such a school wouldn't be considered neither religious, nor holy. I've stated this just earlier. Well, perhaps if a warrior ascends so far that they could challenge such gods..."
The hybrid pondered this for a moment, then shaking his cranium to dispel such thoughts. It was then that the woman had a sudden surge of Ki. Wonderful, she wasn't just a mere Human after all. Celmaru would note this woman's shifting gazes as he stood in wait; preparing for any sort of counter argument. The curt introduction, however, finally gave the hybrid a name to go off of.
"I suppose its a pleasure to meet you, Miss Nedrag."
Ninjin was the former Turtle Master, it seems. Had she committed an act to remove her from the school, or perhaps even an early resignation? Yet, the name of the current Turtle Master was mentioned; a majin by the name of Zexama. So a Majin was the deserting master of the Turtles...wonderful. This Majin had indeed vanished, as the hybrid suspected. The hybrid's chin dipped somewhat as the newfound ex-Turtle concluded her secondary response. Another inquiry was abruptly brought forth.
"If the Turtle School should be left alone, then why must it still exist? And yes, we are indeed strangers, but I can assure you that I intend to be a sufficient Turtle Master in this 'Zexama's' place. At least I wouldn't intend to abandon a legitimate facility of Martial Arts for some ungodly reason."
The recent irritation began to swell. Ninjin's following point would entail that the Turtle School techniques are deadly, and when placed within the wrong hands it could prove discomforting. The hybrid resisted the urge to begin yelling at this woman.
"If you're agreeing with me upon the subject of Earth requiring more protectors, then why do you believe that these techniques could be too deadly to wield? A single one of our own techniques are deadly to most; if not even to ourselves! Hell, Most of the existing warriors on this planet can make do of any of those that make improper use of these techniques. A firearm can be deadly when placed in the wrong hands, why should an ability that's more or less pure plasma be any different? Yes, most may strive for peace as a warrior, yet sometimes you'll have to accept the consequences of learning any techniques that are supposedly deadly."
"A true master can cut steel with the same blade that could slide through a thousand leaves and cut not a single one. I've become confident enough in my ability in which I believe to be able to master such techniques. I'm not some incompetent amateur warrior that found himself with immense power on accident. And the Turtle School still exists to this day, so surely the Turtle's techniques couldn't have fallen into such dastardly hands just yet. In fact, if those techniques are so deadly, why hasn't the school been shut down yet? Please, have more faith in the previous Turtle Students, Miss Nedrag."
The remaining comments from Ninjin were rather unnecessary.
"Others? Yes, the Majin that relinquished her duties, and you, the one that was supposedly forced into retirement. I haven't seen any Turtle students around, Miss Nedrag. The only students I've heard of are the 'current' master and you. Do you think the Turtle School deserves to be so absent in a time like this? The Turtle School, and even the Earth itself, needs someone or something to take action; time isn't going to wait for a few Graduated Turtles that sit on their hands and wait."
The hybrid's eyes began to soften as he heard the mention of children. It appears that Ninjin was a mother. Celmaru guided his left palm before him, staring at the golden band encircling his ring finger. Concealing the fingers with his right hand, the hybrid twiddled with the ring as he returned to his argument.
"An offer for training?...You know...you aren't very subtle."
Celmaru's gaze returned into a rather sharp glare.
"If you were previously forced into retirement, why should you be allowed to return as the Turtle Master? If you didn't take the position back after that Majin suddenly disappeared, why is it now that you take initiative to take the position back for yourself? And do you honestly believe I'd so readily join you under some sort of incredibly haphazard tutorship when I already have an instructor to begin with? Honestly, he's not even really much of my instructor anymore, however I cannot simply ignore what he's done for me; transitioning to you so easily would be an insult to him."
"Either way, I prefer to read."
A thin vein began to reveal itself as Celmaru spoke; his ire beginning to gradually increase. Ninjin's points were swiftly beginning to appear nonsensical in the hybrid's eyes. Perhaps it would be better to try another method for this conversation? Celmaru began to dismiss this plausible suggestion as he awaited a few responses from this previous Turtle Hermit.
Phae will arrive soon if this doesn't become a DE! owo
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 12, 2016 14:58:12 GMT
“That is just it. I do have faith inside the previous students of the School. That is why I stepped aside when they began to surpass me inside of strength and when I wanted to begin raising a family. Something I feel that you would know a thing or two about.” Her gaze had caught his ring finger and she made a motion to show her own left hand. Her own ring gleamed a little within the light. Though she would sigh as she listened to his judgemental words and quick to jump to conclusions.
“You asked me why it was I did not return and claim the position? It is because of the faith I had in those that I trained to maintain and bring the school to better heights. Yet it seems that those I gave the school’s future to are not here to defend it. Nor are they actually doing their job in training those who could be defending the planet. So yes as a teacher I have failed from what I can tell as the empty school here shows. As for being subtle.. no I am far from it.” She looked down as it was true that she should have went and taken over the position when her pupil had vanished yet she had not.
She was quiet as she tried to think about what to say next but instead she did not really say anything more as she moved her gaze and looked over at the central emblem. Taking a few more moments she would gather her thoughts. “I am not standing within your way if you where worried for that. More I am here as a guide to help you avoid perils that I experienced. I am offering my experience and skills to you as I have to anyone and everyone else. You are welcome to just sit and read about the techniques. But I already have mastered them. Can tell you what the scrolls do not have. Tell you the pitfalls of the techniques and how to overcome them without trial and error. Not to mention the Kienzan itself is extremely dangerous. As its blade is sharp enough to cut anything known inside the universe.”
Ninjin would sigh once more as she actually turned her back toward him. Turning her head toward him she looked him in the eyes from where she was. "You can take this position with ease. I have this feeling that you are strong enough to hold it. But I do not even know your name."
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 13, 2016 1:40:35 GMT
The hybrid was preparing to interject upon Ninjin's first comment, however her following comment simply answered any inquiry he would have over the matter. Celmaru wasn't one to believe that an argument was necessary, civilized or not, yet it was vastly more preferable than violence. Folding his arms across his chest, the hybrid noted her confession to her lack of both subtlety and dedicated students. Listening in silence as Ms. Nedrag proceeded to mention perils and the lack of defiance within the hybrid's path, he found little to speak of. The time that the two had taken would only further intrigue Celmaru.
"Documented texts from a time before ours can contain just as many secrets to the technique as you would in your experience with them. As much as I would normally appreciate the offer, it isn't exactly necessary, Miss Nedrag."
"And I apologize to be so blunt with this, Miss Nedrag, however a rather vast majority of my life could be generalized as 'Trial and Error'...I can handle quite a bit more if need be."
The warning regarding the Kienzan, presumably a rather potent slicing technique, once again heightened the hybrid's intrigue for the Turtle School techniques. What a wonder this school must have been, oh so long ago. Yet, if it was anything akin to his ungodly hefty blade, then one could only hope that Celmaru doesn't slice himself in twain; however that was a concern for another time. The Kienzan was supposedly able to slice anything in the known universe, yet how capable was it to sever moving targets? Bah, the hybrid would rather bother with the least disclosed Turtle technique for later.
"...I'd rather concern myself with that at another time. However, if there are any remaining Turtle students that would prefer to take this position, I'd be ready to challenge them at any time. I'd love to see what the Turtle School produced in the past."
"...Perhaps I'd have a challenge..."
The hybrid's brief mumbling was soon followed by the woman's seemingly final comment. Celmaru was truly able to take the position with some sort of ease, yet he wouldn't something so soon. As Ninjin noted the lack of the hybrid's known name, he would swiftly reply to comply with her implied inquiry. With a slight tug upon his lips, Celmaru left the opposing ex-Turtle with a final remark.
"My name is Celmaru Anton Waterfield; someone that will hopefully make you proud to see the Turtle School again in its true glory."
Spinning once again atop his heels, the hybrid swiftly grasped another scroll; taking another gaze upon other records. Perhaps this time, the Turtle School won't fall into obscurity...if Celmaru were to take hold of it. If Ninjin were to accept this, maybe she'd finally be able to find a populated, successful facility. There may be very well a possibility that the Turtles can compete with the Cranes once again. As the hybrid began to take another read, a familiar Ki was suddenly nearby; the hybrid then wondered if his own family would soon arrive. Only time, surely this time, would tell with these inquiries. The future was surely before them for the Turtle School.
Right on the dot for time!...I wonder if this would continue from here still. owo
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 13, 2016 13:43:30 GMT
“There are texts within the main archive inside the dojo in the Southern Capitol that go back to near the founding of the school. Heck there are excerpts within the archives there from the journals of the original Turtle Hermit himself. Or at least they say that they are from him. I found those fascinating because of the mentions of the gentleman still plastered all over the legends of Earth.” Turning her gaze back to him she made note of the last thing he said. Once more his life was a parallel to her own with the whole trial and error thing. Bringing a hand up to her hair she ran a hand into it as she looked him over once more.
“You know despite my earlier hesitation I can see it within you. The same fire that I had when I had taken up the mantle myself. Trial and Error is a good way to do many a thing just be careful with the disc is all I can say and once more I will offer my own knowledge to you and to any of your students. I know I am but the ex hermit but I can help train students. If you are looking for someone to live closer to the temple I know of uninhabited nearby islands that you could put large capsule homes upon that could be used for students.” She had laid out a rather simple offer for him. If he took the position she offered to be something of a teacher beneath him. To help out and train others was something she was passionate about and once more would allow her once her children were another few years older would be joining the school properly to train.
Her own ki sense would perk up as she felt someone on their way. Shifting her weight she looked at Celmaru. “I will not stand in your way should you take the position as all former grandmasters wont stand against you either except to test you. I wanted to see your resolve and see if you were not just some robber acting like this. I yet saw the fire inside you. That drive to bring something back from the brink.”
Moving she would salute him with the salute that the masters would give to one another when addressing them. Her gaze did not falter or move from him. “I look forward to seeing what it is that you can accomplish… Just remember that you do have help so you do not need to go alone.”
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 14, 2016 4:06:18 GMT
More texts? Wonderful! The hybrid leaned towards the woman somewhat, repressing his ire as he heard of the plausibly stored texts. Those excerpts were supposedly from the founding Turtle Hermit? Impressive for such ancient texts to survive for this lengthy amount of time. Celmaru nodded briefly as the retired Turtle Master mentioned the legends of Earth, alongside her previous hesitation.
"When you have a childhood in which many don't believe your words, its not really worth anything to even lie anymore."
Noting the following words of Ninjin, the hybrid could only think upon that comment. Perhaps the flame wasn't his drive anymore; possibly just mere rage. Celmaru did realize that he was acting rather ireful as of late. Staring upon the bare text he clasped betwixt his fingers, the hybrid nodded as the woman warned him once more of the Kienzan. The hybrid's brow twitched, as this woman was hinting at the power of the Turtle Master's position once more...or at least he suspected her of that much. Biting his tongue to remain silent, Celmaru simply awaited for Miss Nedrag to conclude her minuscule speech.
"You mentioned having children, yes? Perhaps you could assist me with some sort of haphazard dormitory? This could prepare room and board for both them and others that prepare for their tutelage under the Turtle Master. Mind you, if you still cling to the Turtle School's uppermost position, you'd likely have to face me beforehand. Any knowledge you have could be given to the students as well, not me, Miss Nedrag. They deserve it a bit more than I do."
It appears as Ninjin could unintentionally read minds, as her answer to such a remark came swiftly after he uttered it. The hybrid quirked a brow as he began.
"If the Turtle School is as empty as it is now, I unfortunately must doubt any sort of challengers for now; albeit not completely denying such an occurrence. Regardless, I do appreciate you seeing a sort of benefit from my arrival to the school. Well, perhaps-"
The mention, nor the very idea of suggesting the hybrid was a criminal breaking and entering...was just simply preposterous. The hybrid gasped, struggling to find words for a moment, eventually regaining his bearings. Clearing his throat, settling his unnecessarily flopping tongue, Celmaru frantically replied to this claim.
"Wha- No, no! Why would you- No! I wouldn't dare steal more invade such a place as the Turtle School with the intent to pilfer!"
The hybrid would suddenly forget his previous ire, merely due to a sudden misunderstanding. Drooping the grasped scroll to his left side, Celmaru furrowed his brows once more to assure of his insistent security of the exact opposite regarding the matter. Yet, his facial expression began to soften as Ninjin began to salute; almost as if she were to give him his blessing. With Miss Nedrag's final remark, the hybrid was almost prompted to salute in response.
"Yes, ma'am. I hope to populate the Turtle School into something to be proud of once more."
owo7
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 14, 2016 15:13:27 GMT
With his vehement denial to her accusation she was certain that he was someone that she did not need to worry about. Despite her earliest misgivings she had been wrong as she spoke to him. Listening to him speak and how he structured words made her soul ease its worry. “I did not mean to insult you Celmaru. After everything I have seen and everything that I have lived through here on Earth I just automatically assume the worst in everyone. Yet all you have done is time and again while we talk is not waver. Not bend at my torrent of words and instead you held firm to your belief.”
She smiled at him as she finished talking and caught her breath. Glancing over at the arena for a moment she would turn her gaze back to him as she would continue to talk.
“And there it is. That drive that burns within you. I do not know what It is that does drive you. But as I have hinted on I will not stand in your way.” She smiled at him softly as if trying to hammer home the point that Ninjin did not want a fight. Well not a fatal fight that is. The smile on her face would curl ever so slightly into a smirk as she had a great idea slide into her mind.
Turning on her heel she would walk into the middle of the arena that stood there. Its wide open middle training ring perfectly mimicking the Budokai Tenkaichi ring. “How about a little spar? Nothing fatal but something to ease this tension in the air and to show me just who it is that I will be leaving the school with. Rules will be like those of the Tenkaichi. No killing blows, continue until someone is ringed out or knocked unconscious. Sound as inviting to you as it does to me?”
The way she was speaking it would be rather evident that Ninjin was a hybrid as well. The fact of the possible battle had raised her blood and had brought out that twinkle inside of the eye of the former hermit. As if a fire had been lit beneath her once more. Especially if there was a fact to reignite the spark that is the Turtle School she would do that. She would be sinching up the tie around her waist as she would await Celmaru’s answer.
(( I know that Cel is stronger and would win this on sheer power eventually. I would like to have this spar go and just see what all happens during it. Hope you do not mind continuing this for a short bit like this. ))
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 15, 2016 2:20:40 GMT
Shifting about somewhat, returning the second scroll atop the table, Celmaru once again noted what Ninjin spoke of. Indeed that the hybrid did stand firm within their conversation; yet he's spent enough time wavering among others and their demands...and the questions. Celmaru's brows twitched as the woman continued on, noting his "drive" and whatnot. Oh, if only he could wholeheartedly agree; there was little at this point, no challenge. Yet there was only a simple goal, but the challenge that drives his combat ability isn't very existent. Walker, yes, was another plateau to climb towards, however the gap was monumental. Regardless of such, keeping both the planet alive and well, alongside his wife and immediate family safe was the utmost priority; no genocidal morons, extreme or not, will prevent that.
Bringing himself into reality once more, the hybrid heard the remaining words that reiterated one thing; Ninjin didn't desire a fight. Glancing to his left for a moment, Celmaru clearly had gotten the idea by this point. It was then the woman took a spin and began to walk off; a smirk evidently upon her facial expression. Unfortunately, the hybrid was familiar with that sort of expression; be it a Saiyan about to fight, or his wife about to do something a bit inappropriate. Stepping behind her, albeit a few paces away from her steps, the hybrid was faced with an arena; one rather minimalistic, at that.
'This doesn't seem promising for my time in silence, does it?'
Then the proposed sparring match was made. Celmaru, admittedly, wasn't completely ecstatic about it, however it appears as Ninjin had a certain spark within her eye. Releasing a brief sigh, the hybrid floated above the newfound arena; descending upon the tiles as he folded his arms. Another condition came to mind.
"Fine, I'll humor you and spar with you. However, I suspect that I must practice my evasion; so if you land a single strike upon me, you are welcome to claim victory. That doesn't mean I'm not going to fight back still, however. Just keep in mind that I take sparring matches..."
A sudden influx of Ki burst around the hybrid's frame; his power increasing fourfold. A pearly white aura would manifest itself as this transpired.
"...A bit too seriously, at times."
Standing oddly still within his current position, the hybrid left Ninjin with a single comment before he began.
"I do hope that you have something at your disposal to match this. Otherwise, you might be in some trouble, Miss Nedrag."
Awaiting for Ninjin to prepare, Celmaru would suddenly advance once the woman was appropriately able to begin. Leaning his torso to his right, shifting his entire body sideways as he advanced, the hybrid would drag his left fist beside him, as if to prepare an initial strike. Once the two were within an approximate distance of a whole three feet, Celmaru would vanish.
"I wonder what sort of ability you possess, Miss Nedrag."
The hybrid's voice would echo along the confines of the arena as his being shot about. Appearing before Ninjin, Celmaru swept his fist along the air, attempting to strike his female opponent along the right side of her cranium. If he were to succeed, another vanishing would occur; a swift spin following the strike with a mere sweep upon Ninjin's calves. Any other outcomes from the introductory maneuver would entice Celmaru into swiftly back-stepping away, launching a brief volley of Ki Blasts. The following counter-measures would be up to the opposing hybrid.
The spar has begun to humor Ninjin! ouo7
Trained Potential activated! PL is now 1,276,940!
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 15, 2016 14:00:07 GMT
As Celmaru moved and landed behind her Ninjin smiled. Watching as he moved and listened to him speak about his other condition. Nodding toward him as she knew full well that he was stronger yet strength usually did not mean anything when it would come to skill. As the ki burst around him and began to glow white. Smiling she would lift her left hand and flex the muscle in her hand clenching it into a fist. Without a moment hesitation she smirked and her own ki would flare and she would transform in an instant.
“I also take spars seriously. Though the fact you do not need a state like mine to fight me I know how this fight would go should you actually get serious.”
Smiling as she took a moment to clear her mind. His movement in she was watching closely but she could feel a feint was coming in and when he did not strike in the moment he could have she focused her ki sense to track him in the moment. Moving her head to the side Celmaru’s fist managed to catch the side of her golden hair. The sweep caught her as she was mid dodge and as she spun in the air she would move her hand and push it against the tiled floor pushing herself into the air with a ki burst to avoid his quick barrage of ki.
Once in the air Ninjin would gather her ki and push forward with a burst of speed heading directly at Celmaru before appearing to mimic his maneuver except for one thing. She did not appear behind him instead she hit the tiled floor sliding on the floor on her side as she aimed a swift baseball slide at his legs. If he dodged into the air Ninjin would plant her hands onto the ground and push herself up into the air spinning like a top as she does so her leg spinning in a helicopter kick.
{Ninjin is in SSJ and at 1,411,465 PL. Will keep this non KP so long as we do not start slinging around ki blasts all willy nilly. }}
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 16, 2016 3:53:22 GMT
(In accordance to Claim Thread rules, any and all combat situations must follow the KP System. Due to this, we must use KP, I apologize Ninjin.)
The immediate strike had seemingly failed; as both attempts to this introductory maneuver had either gone off in its misdirection, or outright failed. Growling somewhat within his throat, the hybrid made a haphazard retreat with a barrage of mere Ki Blasts. As Celmaru took a wide leaping step away, the opposing hybrid would suddenly disappear within the atmosphere. Pausing, the hybrid shut his eyes, sensing out the bouncing Ki as he stood in wait. "Wonderful...I suppose this could to be expected of a previous Master, then."A brief pause of the opposing Ki directed the hybrid to behold the sight of a swift slide. With a stoic facial expression, a gold hue of Ki enveloped the hybrid as he shot into the air. The golden hue lasted for a mere moment, yet it was noticeable from where Ninjin slid. Above the arena and the combating hybrid, Celmaru brought forth his left forearm. "Why not continue this with a sort of bang, shall we?"The familiar golden hue sprang from within the hybrid, manifesting itself within an obstinate hairstyle. As the Mastered Super Saiyan state revealed itself, the hybrid had summoned a simple sphere of Ki. The hybrid's facial features remained oddly still as the orb of Ki flooded with a scarlet hue along its inner circumference...a minuscule presence accumulating behind the Super Saiyan. "I hope you prefer newfound techniques, Miss Nedrag!"
Sweeping his palm beneath the blast, the sphere was lobbed upwards in a weak, upward curve. Yet, as it reached its apex, it froze; the presence further escalating beside it. As thin mist revolved about the blast, its hue deepening as the mist thickened. A brief flash of light, however, revealed a rather similar sight. Without words, a doppelganger of Celmaru Waterfield appeared! Giving the opposing hybrid a two-fingered salute, the doppelganger pointed to his left eye as he floated in place. Of course, there was no scar upon his eye! This Celmaru appeared vastly more content with his life than the other did, and the lighthearted bearing of the blast only somewhat conveyed that. As the other Celmaru held his sphere in place, another manifested itself atop the hybrid's very same palm. Their power was split in twain, yet it was still very well enough to suffice in this scenario. With a haphazard transfer of the Ki, Celmaru placed the Great Blast Crash upon his opposite palm; only to salute in the same fashion. Guiding their hands to their respective sides, the two Celmaru figures shot forward. A light streak of deep blue Ki weakly made itself visible, however this apparition of an alternate Celmaru wasn't about to waste this opportunity now; his time was running short. "----!"A swift action of mouthing several terms was noticeable within the alternate hybrid as he launched his given blast with ease. The scarlet, albeit white sphere of Ki spiraled its way before Ninjin; the intent was clear enough. As the remaining Ki from the physical Celmaru began to fade from the apparition, its visage began to blur, and then fade into nonexistence. Cocking the second blast within his bare palm, the hybrid would charge beside the recently shot Great Blast Crash, yet this Celmaru would prepare for any sudden movements. If Ninjin were to dodge...Celmaru would maneuver to chase her along with the second Crash.
KP: 1/3 Great Ancestral Crash [V2] acquired! Great Ancestral Crash fired! Potential PL: 1,474,865(.7) each! MSSJ activated! PL is currently 4,469,290! Don't worry, this won't last for long. ;3
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Sept 16, 2016 16:11:53 GMT
When her attack easily deflected she knew that this would be over rather quickly. The other hybrid was obviously not wanting to be inside the fair spirit of the regular combat spar. As having a great pool of ki was great and all but in her opinion it was the least of things of a master. Yet she would not go down without a fight even when she knew she would lose this fight. The expanding light show about her and the area in front of her made her close her eyes and just bring her hands around behind her back. Inside a loud voice she would scream out.
“You read about the Kamehameha. Now you will get to see it first hand…. KA…”
As she focused her ki she would begin to gather the slowly swirling bluish teal ki gathered amongst her hands. Her voice would continue to speak out loudly as she spoke the name of the technique. Each syllable would bring more strength into the attack. Despite this Ninjin knew that the explosive ending to the back and forth would be an instant defeat for her as the man was at least three times her strength. Yet she would focus everything that she possibly could into this single attack. “ME…… HA!!!!”
Swinging her hands forward the moment that Celmaru was within range she would release the full power of the True Kamehameha into Celmaru’s blast. She knew that the second attack that was behind the first one would make contact and would send her flying into a nearby pillar.
{{ Using True Kamehameha [MA3] 1,411,465 Against the First Causing it to explode but got caught by the second burst. KP 0/3 , Instantly Defeated by the second attack. }}
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 18, 2016 8:05:06 GMT
The hybrid stood with his palm outstretched, his golden hue melting away. The smoke of the incredibly brief scuffle swiftly faded away; the opposing hybrid upon the surface of a nearby column. The reveal of the hybrid's newfound technique once again brought his attention to the ancestor that was brought forth. Cemaru Regalia Waterfield had once again reared his oddly similar face...wonderful. Glancing upon the direction where the apparition had once been visible, Celmaru began to stand upright; his outstretched palm receding. What Ninjin mentioned prior to her sudden ring out...it was a rather intriguing sight. "The Kamehameha, huh? That appeared to be a bit more powerful than just a simple technique that the texts stated."Taking a brisk stride off the arena, the hybrid's facial features lessened in intensity as he hopped off the tiles. Despite her lacking actions from a few moments ago, even her not-so-subtle offer, the hybrid found a sort of respect for her. If it wasn't for that second strike, she would've been successful in disassembling Celmaru's blast. Folding his arms, the hybrid approached Ninjin with an obstinate gaze. "As imbalanced as that was, you didn't bother attempting to dodge to save yourself. You attempted to overpower what was there so you could utilize it as a counterattack, yes? I commend you, yet that was also a bit foolish; you could've retained much more Ki by averting the effect of the blast radius."
"The swift situational adaptability is a rather invaluable ability for a warrior to possess, but I do implore to you to search for some varying options rather than oh so valiantly charging forward, if not expelling all of your energy at once in a sort of final gambit."
Concluding his somewhat non-terse response, the hybrid extend a palm for the previous Turtle Master to grasp. If not common courtesy, Celmaru only hoped that his sudden counterattack wasn't too unforeseen, or perhaps even impolite. Even a mere sign of helpfulness could sway one's opinion, or assist in rectifying rather improper speech. Despite how crude his words may have seemed, however, it was an honest and intentionally critical analysis; if not for the betterment of Miss Nedrag. "Regardless, I must admit that I'm not very used to fighting female warriors. My wife and I refuse to spar against one another, much less argue much. Any other female members of my family are a bit...eccentric, as well."
"Now upon other topics, I do hope that the recent display was sufficient. It was a rather brief match, however I did enjoy moving about a bit more than I usually do."If the other hybrid were to accept the silent gesture of an assisting recovery, a rather swift tug would hopefully bring Ninjin to her feet. If not, then it would simply only allow Celmaru to retract his palm, a sense of odd awkwardness to overcome him. Yet, if the most recent exmaple of strength and ability wasn't enough, the hybrid wouldn't be so sure of what else he could display for Miss Nedrag. " Despite that, good match, Miss Nedrag; you likely did your best, I hope. As for now, however, shall we be on our way?"
I do apologize if it was a bit too brief, Ninjin. Yet I did mention Celmaru taking sparring matches a bit too seriously. owo''
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