Post by Koshu on Oct 21, 2016 2:25:11 GMT
Continued from: wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/9219/good-morning-complete
Landing from a final leap across the molten rock, Koshu had finally returned to the mountain from which he had came. He was weary as hell.
Drudging for a few steps forwards and then taking a calculated rest, Koshu knelt temporarily on the ground. Nobody would see him showing a sign of weakness down here. He was carrying two heavy burlap sacks from the market outpost, one filled with tools and miscellaneous goods, and the other filled almost entirely with expensive intoxicating juices, imported from various planets around the arcosian federation.
The saiyan could fight for days, but when it came to travel, he was unexperienced and easily worn out. He stood back up after a few moments of panting, wiped the sweat off of his brow, and cracked his neck to either side.
Koshu knelt down, and then in one final bound, leapt up the side of the mountain. The largest of Beppas many moons was almost in full bloom, it's pearly white surface almost at it's maximum surface area. The saiyan grinned at the wrestling tournament that would surely be held far out in the wilderness in the following days. The bestial release of tension in the saiyan's monthly tournament was his one true combative satisfaction. In those days, it went beyond ritual and worn out beatings, and moved into truly thrilling battles. The feeling of mountains shattering below his feet was one of Koshu's greatest pleasures.
His feet touched ground as he landed back on the leveled out cliffside of the mountain. Slightly cooler wind rushed over his body, and although the atmosphere was thinner, he took a deep breath of fickle air. Looking around and finding nobody in sight, he decided that they all must be down on the plains beating each other brainless.
On any other day, Koshu would've set out immediately to join in on the meaningless battle with his comrades, albeit with some reluctance, but today was different. The man contemplated leaping down the other side of the mountain for a moment, and then paused, as if on the brink of epiphany, and turned away. Koshu walked slowly to his small enclave in the mountain and sat down cross legged, scooting the bag of items into his lap.
Today was different. He slowly opened the bag and reached inside, pulling out bottle after bottle of oddly colored liquids, before resting his palm on something flat and metal. He gripped the badge tightly, and pulled it out.
It wasn't any type of mass produced item, simply a silver crescent, likely hand forged. The pin still had a bit of torn brown fabric, fabric which on its own was stained with tiny splotches of blood. The badge meant something to him. He was no longer complacent. He knew what he wanted, and did what felt right. And for the first time in his life, he took his own destiny.
***
The scenario was so similar to the traumatizing experience of his youth that it was almost uncanny. Koshu had gone to the trading outpost dressed up in native garb and bought his goods. The items were nearly identical, down to the purple liquors and jumpsuits. What was once a passionate and fiery child was now a stoic and determined man.
He had gone about his business in a quick and efficient manner, and set out towards the gate home. The flow of the crowd entering and exiting was even more vicious than in his youth. Everything was bigger, in fact, including the hulking green thugs loitering around the outside of the plaza. Koshu walked out of the gate promptly and kept his eyes straight forwards, but there was no such luck. A malicious Beppan native 'brushed' into him, pushing him backwards off his balance, and causing a bottle of purple liquid to slip out of his back and shatter on the hot volcanic earth, evaporating within instants.
Koshu took a breath. There was no vicious impulse in his reaction, only determined passion, built up from years of useless training. Koshu simply turned around to face the Beppan, and gently put his two bags down on either side of him.
"Oh, you want to fuck with me?" The Beppan broke into a grin, his eyes twinkling with aggression. He pulled his oversized wifebeater up, and glistening on his brown garb was the pin of the royal guard. Beppan society had little hierarchy. There was simply the emperor, who was the strong, the guard, who were also strong, and the wrestlers, who were stronger still. The hand forged pin was a clear sign of status. But the Beppan didn't need status to beat down Koshu. He was ready to do it the old fashioned way.
Koshu's hand began to twitch, and the slightest phantom of a smile trickled across his lips.
This time, it would be different.
The saiyan burst forwards with a merciless shroud of ki blasting out from his body. He catapulted himself at the much larger warrior, who instantly caught his left hook in his massive green hand. "Fucking idio-" the saiyan's right fist was then firmly lodged in the Beppan's vulnerable abdomen.
With a blow secured, Koshu rebounded off of the brute, and landed unceremoniously back on his feet. He wasn't taught to fight flashy. He was taught to fight no mercy.
The Beppan clearly hadn't been injured very badly by the punch, but his pride had been stolen, and he needed to get it back. Other beefy looking ruffians began to take an interest in the fight, but none of them would dare intervene in such an honorable brawl: an oxymoron on every planet besides Beppa.
The larger fighter moved with surprising speed, instantly overtaking the distance between the two of them and delivering a solid knee to Koshu's chin, knocking him backwards and outwards. The saiyan firmly planted his feet into the ground and regained his roots, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose. This time, it had to be different.
Empowered with the first true determination he had ever felt in his life, Koshu vowed to surmount every obstacle that would stand challenge against him. The saiyan dashed forwards, stopping right before he made contact with the Beppan. The brute viciously snatched at the air where Koshu had been standing, and the saiyan, pleased with his successful fake out, appeared in the sky behind the Beppan. He latched onto the seven foot beast and craned him into a full nelson by swiping a kick at the back of his knees. With no sturdy ground to fight back with, the hulk fell backwards struggled in the restraint.
Seeing his opportunity and not thinking twice, Koshu wrapped his legs around the torso of his opponent and grabbed his skull with both hands. With all of the force his body could muster, he gave a powerful twist, accompanied by a grimly satisfying crack.
Before bothering to check if the job was finished, Koshu kicked the body off of him and stood up in, a ball of yellow ki already forming in his palms.
"Eat shit."
With a whisper, Koshu pushed the volatile ball forwards, and it crackled into a powerful beam which swept over the Beppan's body like a wave. If his opponent had been alive before then, he was certainly dead now, with his entire skull essentially vaporized, with a single few clean cut chunks of debris left over.
Koshu was breathing heavily. With no time to address the magnitude of what he had just done, he walked briskly over to the body, and yanked the pin off of his chest. The honor less piece of scum deserved no badges of valor.
Drenched in sweat and in a half lucid state, Koshu only then realized just how significant the forming crowd was. Nearly twenty people, a massive turnout for a Beppan street fight, surrounded him. He quickly picked up his bags, and didn't bother to hide his face as he gritted his teeth together and leapt off away from the scene.
Landing from a final leap across the molten rock, Koshu had finally returned to the mountain from which he had came. He was weary as hell.
Drudging for a few steps forwards and then taking a calculated rest, Koshu knelt temporarily on the ground. Nobody would see him showing a sign of weakness down here. He was carrying two heavy burlap sacks from the market outpost, one filled with tools and miscellaneous goods, and the other filled almost entirely with expensive intoxicating juices, imported from various planets around the arcosian federation.
The saiyan could fight for days, but when it came to travel, he was unexperienced and easily worn out. He stood back up after a few moments of panting, wiped the sweat off of his brow, and cracked his neck to either side.
Koshu knelt down, and then in one final bound, leapt up the side of the mountain. The largest of Beppas many moons was almost in full bloom, it's pearly white surface almost at it's maximum surface area. The saiyan grinned at the wrestling tournament that would surely be held far out in the wilderness in the following days. The bestial release of tension in the saiyan's monthly tournament was his one true combative satisfaction. In those days, it went beyond ritual and worn out beatings, and moved into truly thrilling battles. The feeling of mountains shattering below his feet was one of Koshu's greatest pleasures.
His feet touched ground as he landed back on the leveled out cliffside of the mountain. Slightly cooler wind rushed over his body, and although the atmosphere was thinner, he took a deep breath of fickle air. Looking around and finding nobody in sight, he decided that they all must be down on the plains beating each other brainless.
On any other day, Koshu would've set out immediately to join in on the meaningless battle with his comrades, albeit with some reluctance, but today was different. The man contemplated leaping down the other side of the mountain for a moment, and then paused, as if on the brink of epiphany, and turned away. Koshu walked slowly to his small enclave in the mountain and sat down cross legged, scooting the bag of items into his lap.
Today was different. He slowly opened the bag and reached inside, pulling out bottle after bottle of oddly colored liquids, before resting his palm on something flat and metal. He gripped the badge tightly, and pulled it out.
It wasn't any type of mass produced item, simply a silver crescent, likely hand forged. The pin still had a bit of torn brown fabric, fabric which on its own was stained with tiny splotches of blood. The badge meant something to him. He was no longer complacent. He knew what he wanted, and did what felt right. And for the first time in his life, he took his own destiny.
***
The scenario was so similar to the traumatizing experience of his youth that it was almost uncanny. Koshu had gone to the trading outpost dressed up in native garb and bought his goods. The items were nearly identical, down to the purple liquors and jumpsuits. What was once a passionate and fiery child was now a stoic and determined man.
He had gone about his business in a quick and efficient manner, and set out towards the gate home. The flow of the crowd entering and exiting was even more vicious than in his youth. Everything was bigger, in fact, including the hulking green thugs loitering around the outside of the plaza. Koshu walked out of the gate promptly and kept his eyes straight forwards, but there was no such luck. A malicious Beppan native 'brushed' into him, pushing him backwards off his balance, and causing a bottle of purple liquid to slip out of his back and shatter on the hot volcanic earth, evaporating within instants.
Koshu took a breath. There was no vicious impulse in his reaction, only determined passion, built up from years of useless training. Koshu simply turned around to face the Beppan, and gently put his two bags down on either side of him.
"Oh, you want to fuck with me?" The Beppan broke into a grin, his eyes twinkling with aggression. He pulled his oversized wifebeater up, and glistening on his brown garb was the pin of the royal guard. Beppan society had little hierarchy. There was simply the emperor, who was the strong, the guard, who were also strong, and the wrestlers, who were stronger still. The hand forged pin was a clear sign of status. But the Beppan didn't need status to beat down Koshu. He was ready to do it the old fashioned way.
Koshu's hand began to twitch, and the slightest phantom of a smile trickled across his lips.
This time, it would be different.
The saiyan burst forwards with a merciless shroud of ki blasting out from his body. He catapulted himself at the much larger warrior, who instantly caught his left hook in his massive green hand. "Fucking idio-" the saiyan's right fist was then firmly lodged in the Beppan's vulnerable abdomen.
With a blow secured, Koshu rebounded off of the brute, and landed unceremoniously back on his feet. He wasn't taught to fight flashy. He was taught to fight no mercy.
The Beppan clearly hadn't been injured very badly by the punch, but his pride had been stolen, and he needed to get it back. Other beefy looking ruffians began to take an interest in the fight, but none of them would dare intervene in such an honorable brawl: an oxymoron on every planet besides Beppa.
The larger fighter moved with surprising speed, instantly overtaking the distance between the two of them and delivering a solid knee to Koshu's chin, knocking him backwards and outwards. The saiyan firmly planted his feet into the ground and regained his roots, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose. This time, it had to be different.
Empowered with the first true determination he had ever felt in his life, Koshu vowed to surmount every obstacle that would stand challenge against him. The saiyan dashed forwards, stopping right before he made contact with the Beppan. The brute viciously snatched at the air where Koshu had been standing, and the saiyan, pleased with his successful fake out, appeared in the sky behind the Beppan. He latched onto the seven foot beast and craned him into a full nelson by swiping a kick at the back of his knees. With no sturdy ground to fight back with, the hulk fell backwards struggled in the restraint.
Seeing his opportunity and not thinking twice, Koshu wrapped his legs around the torso of his opponent and grabbed his skull with both hands. With all of the force his body could muster, he gave a powerful twist, accompanied by a grimly satisfying crack.
Before bothering to check if the job was finished, Koshu kicked the body off of him and stood up in, a ball of yellow ki already forming in his palms.
"Eat shit."
With a whisper, Koshu pushed the volatile ball forwards, and it crackled into a powerful beam which swept over the Beppan's body like a wave. If his opponent had been alive before then, he was certainly dead now, with his entire skull essentially vaporized, with a single few clean cut chunks of debris left over.
Koshu was breathing heavily. With no time to address the magnitude of what he had just done, he walked briskly over to the body, and yanked the pin off of his chest. The honor less piece of scum deserved no badges of valor.
Drenched in sweat and in a half lucid state, Koshu only then realized just how significant the forming crowd was. Nearly twenty people, a massive turnout for a Beppan street fight, surrounded him. He quickly picked up his bags, and didn't bother to hide his face as he gritted his teeth together and leapt off away from the scene.