Post by Callion on Dec 10, 2016 22:52:23 GMT
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The air around and on Mt. Frappe was as frigid as ever. The temperature was well below freezing, and it only got colder as you got closer to the mountain itself, and even more so if you tried to ascend to its peak. The mountain and the land around it were coated in at least a foot of light blue snow. The sky overhead was cloudy, and currently, snowflakes were falling in a flurry, adding even more height to the snow on the ground.
The mountain’s peak was a wide clearing about twenty feet in diameter, with a large jagged peak in the center. Said pillar was a sort of jagged cone pyramid of clear solid ice, which was being buffeted by the snow that fell. The wide circle around it was buried under two feet of snow, with most it trailing off over the edge and falling down the sheer sides to the ground below.
One man sat down in front of the massive column of ice, legs crossed and hands on his knees, though most of his legs were buried under the snow. He was deep in meditation, the cold and snow not seeming to bother him whatsoever. His black hair was soggy and coated in white snowflakes. The man had a long sword strapped to his back, its hilt looking almost a foot long and the blade four times that much. To his right was a sleek black gym bag, its strap the only evidence that it was there, as the rest of the bag was buried in the snow. The man wore a sleeveless black gi, with attached matching pants and a blood-red undershirt, which had short sleeves that reached the middle of his upper arm. Black rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, the lenses being wet from the constant snowfall. On his feet were simple red boots, with black strings to keep them from falling off. On each wrist, was a strange type of wristband. They were colored white, though each had a big red button at the section closest to each hand. They seemed ordinary in appearance. A moment passed before the man heaved a great sigh and opened his eyes.
“Okay,” Callion said, attempting to stand up, although something seemed to impede his progress, and it wasn’t the snow. As he went to stand, his two arms seemed to be unresponsive. Callion’s brow furrowed with concentration and effort as he forced both hands to raise off of his legs. A moment passed before Callion accomplished the feat. Callion looked at the two wristbands for a moment, giving a low whistle. “These things really work. This training is gonna be tougher than I anticipated. Ooh well. No pain, no gain.” Callion paused as he began to stand up and visibly cringed.
“Oh dear, I am beginning to sound like my father.” Shaking his head in fear of that thought, Callion stood up, though it took much more effort than he was used to. These wristbands restricted his movements a considerable amount and lowered his ki output levels quite effectively. His movements were sluggish, as he brushed the snow off of his body, and even flicking his wrists took a lot of effort. Callion sighed, before taking a fighting stance.
He closed his eyes and imagined an invisible opponent was coming at him. Thus, his physical training began. His form and technique were more brutal than one would expect from such a pacifist, but you could chalk that up to his training in the Saiyan academy and lack of any other training in combat. As the opponent aimed a sweep kick, Callion leaped into the air, and performed a front flip, bringing his leg down, expecting it to pass through thin air, but instead a loud crack could be heard, followed by the sound of several heavy things hitting the ground. Callion opened his eyes and saw the crater he had put in the column of ice. Callion sighed, as he noticed his foot was now lodged into the column. Callion yanked it out, with more ice crashing into the snow. Callion looked at the crater and sighed.
“This would be easier if I could fight someone with my eyes open,” Callion said to the empty space, knowing full well that no one was around to hear him. He had picked up the habit of talking to himself while he was on that hellish planet, and while it made him appear insane, it was nice to not need someone to listen in order to speak your mind.
"Hm."
Callion placed a hand to his chin and thought deeply for a moment before a metaphorical lightbulb appeared over his head. Snapping his fingers, Callion’s eyes widened in realization.
“That’s it!” The young warrior exclaimed gently banging his fist into his palm. The young warrior would then sit down in the quickly mounting snow with his back to the jagged pillar of ice. Closing his eyes, Callion recalled the words in that old scroll he had found, and how he obtained it.
A week earlier...
Callion had been traversing Satan City in his usual apparel when he happened upon a sort of stall that was selling what looked to be old scrolls. The woman who ran the stall was very short and round, with short gray hair. Her skin resembled used leather thanks to the wrinkles and tone, and her eyes though dull brown in color held a plethora of wisdom behind them.
“You there!” The old woman’s raspy voice called out, as she pointed a bony finger at Callion. Callion froze and made eye contact with the old woman. She wore a simple gray robe complete with a hood draped across her back. Around her neck was beautiful gold medallion engraved with strange symbols that Callion had never seen before.
“Come closer, child and let me bequeath this knowledge to you!” The woman’s bony left hand clutched an old yellowed scroll and held it out to the young warrior. Callion grasped it, gently taking it from the woman and looking it over. Callion looked up from the scroll and gave the old vendor a low bow.
“Thank you, ma’am. How can I repay this kindness?” Callion asked, not expecting the woman to answer so quickly.
“Eight thousand zeni.” The woman said in a business-like tone, her raspy voice sound much clearer.
Callion blinked at the request. All he had left was eight thousand zeni, but surely this knowledge was more than worth it.
As the young man walked away from the stall, the old woman sighed in joy. “What a sucker…” She then went back to counting her zeni.
Callion opened the scroll and was...surprised to say the least. Written on the top in old cursive was-
The Multi-Form Technique
Followed by faded illustrations.
One was a simply drawn featureless man standing in the center of the page.
Underneath that, things got a bit more complex.
The second illustration saw that the man seemed to have a less defined copy of himself emerging from his body as if he were creating some sort of see through clone of himself.
The final illustration was that of two men, who looked exactly the same standing next to each other and sharing the same pose.
Callion blinked a bit in confusion.
In the present day…
Callion’s eyes opened as he blinked in confusion once again, remembering how he had not understood that scroll the first time, though he had committed its contents to memory. Now, the young warrior believed he was beginning to understand how the Multi-Form Technique was meant to be executed.
Closing his eyes, Callion tried to visualize the very essence of his being. Who he was. How he impacted others. What truly made him himself. Slowly, the image of a two-dimensional red diamond-like object formed Callion’s mind.
Callion smiled before his grin faded. He needed to focus. Slowly, Callion imagined the diamond splitting down the middle, before slowly separating into two. Suddenly a wave of exhaustion hit Callion from nowhere, causing the young warrior to begin panting.
“What on Earth was that?” Callion muttered aloud to himself before someone actually replied. Someone who sounded very familiar.
“I have no idea,” Callion heard the familiar voice reply, causing the young warrior’s eyes to fly open, in search of this sudden intruder of his privacy.
What he saw caused his jaw to drop. It was himself, mimicking his current position, and facial expression of shock, though the other him recovered from the surprise much more quickly. The other Callion stood up and looked stepped forward, his black eyes moving over the original Callion’s form.
The original Callion got up and quickly followed suit. The two were exactly identical. The swords, the weights, the glasses, even their hairstyles were exactly the same.
“Fascinating,” the two Callions said in perfect sync, both putting their left hands to their chins in curiosity.
The other Callion spoke. “It seems that the Multi-Form technique actually worked.”
“Indeed” replied the original Callion, before his brow furrowed with a serious stare. “I guess we both know what comes next, then?”
The other Callion seemed surprised, but after a moment of thinking, a realization came across his face, before he mirrored the original’s serious stare. The other Callion took on a fighting stance, which the original quickly copied. The two took a moment to size each other up, before they both leaped forward, ready to fight!
The other Callion opened with a spin kick to the original’s head, which the original had also performed, causing both of their left feet to catch each other in mid-air, with a burst of air pressure emerging from where the two limbs connected. Both Callions pulled back their feet and performed a back flip to gain some distance. The other Callion stuck his landing a moment earlier than the original, and his eyes flared up with a familiar crimson hue before two thin lasers raced toward the original. The original upon sticking his landing only had a moment to retaliate or defend himself, and in his haste he allowed his instincts to kick in. Firing his own eye lasers, the original's were much thicker, and faster than the other’s, which caught the other Callion off guard. The two pairs of beams caught in mid-air, with the original's quickly overpowering the other’s and forcing them back, before the two sets of beams were forced into the other’s eyes. The original Callion’s face quickly filled with concern.
“Okay!” he called out in a concerned voice, as the other Callion still had his eyes shut with a look of discomfort on his face. “No more.”
“How did you do that?” The other Callion asked, still rubbing his now burned eyes. He would recover from the wound, though the surprising power of the laser still rattled him. Neither Callion enjoyed the sensation of getting overpowered.
The original Callion looked down at his hands, as he searched his own mind for the answer before he replied. “Perhaps, our Eye Laser technique is getting even more powerful?”
The other Callion continued to rub his eyes. “Interesting. Perhaps you should try seeing just how far it has evolved.”
“How? On you?” The original asked sarcastically, growing even more comfortable with the idea of talking to himself.
“No. I would rather you didn’t. I meant on that,” The other Callion said, not quite catching the sarcasm. The other Callion then pointed to the large pillar of ice that was behind the original.
The original turned his head to look at the pillar, before the other Callion lunged at him, fist aimed at the back of the original’s neck. The other Callion’s fist would seem to phase through the original's body as his form seemed to fizzle into nothingness. The other Callion’s eyes widened in surprise, before he looked skyward, to see the original floating above him with his arms crossed, and a small grin on his face.
“Sorry, but I saw that one coming from a mile away. Nice try th-” The original faltered as he spotted the other Callion rocket toward him, fist poised for an uppercut. Callion brought his arms in front of his chin, ready to block the blow. As the other Callion’s fist made contact with his arms or should have, the other Callion began to fizzle away much like the original’s own after image. The original's eyes widened in shock before he was suddenly forced downward into two feet of snow and a few inches of the solid stone ground, as someone’s foot was brought down hard against his neck.
The original groaned in pain, while the other Callion spoke in excited tones and with a grin on his face.
“I can not believe that worked. I controlled the movements of the After Image. I added some more steps to it, and the illusion seemed to have mimicked them. I wonder what would happen if I added even more movements. We must have really begun to improve while on this planet without us noticing, wouldn’t you say?”
The original replied with another groan, as he used his arms to pick himself up out of the Callion shaped crater he had made. Standing up straight, the original swayed in place a bit. His neck was sore beyond belief.
“That is very fascinating but do you know what else is very fascinating?” The original asked menacingly.
The other Callion seemed to take note of his threatening tone and looked a bit nervous.
“No?” said the other Callion in reply, as he backed away from the original. His back made contact with something large and cold. Looking behind him, his vision was completely obscured by the massive pillar of ice. Looking back at the original, the other Callion began to plead. He hadn’t realized how much energy he had wasted performing that specialized After Image.
“Look I am sorry about attacking you from behind, and am especially sorry about kicking you in the neck, but in fairness, you would have done the same. Though technically, I guess you did. Heh.” The other Callion chuckled a bit, before noticing that the original’s eyes were flaring up with crimson energy.
“Oh de-” Was all the other Callion had time to say before the original unleashed his attack!
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The original shouted as his eyes suddenly let forth a massive beam of dark red energy. The beam slammed into the other Callion, enveloping his form. The pillar behind him quickly began to crumble and melt from the force and heat of the assault. The beam continued its assault for a full minute before it gradually faded away. The original panted in both rage and exhaustion as his eyes went from blood red to their usual black.
The other Callion lie dead in the ruined landscape. The snow around him was completely melted. The pillar of ice lay in mostly melted pieces behind him. His gi had been completely burned off and his blade’s sheath along with it. Suddenly, the other Callion’s corpse seemed to fade from reality, disappearing from view.
The original Callion looked remorseful before he felt a sudden increase in power. Looking at his hands, a second metaphorical lightbulb appeared over his head.
“I get it now! When I split my form, I cut my power in half! Hmmm. A risky technique, though it will definitely be useful once I become more powerful.” Callion looked at his hands again, and went over to his gym bag, quickly opening it to locate his journal. Pulling it out along with a nice red fountain pen, Callion began to write in it, noting that the weighted power dampeners on his arms seemed to make even writing a more difficult task. The falling snowflakes began to land on the pages of the journal melting into water, and causing the pen to fade a bit. Callion flared his aura of energy around himself, causing any snowflakes to either be pushed away or melt in contact with the energy. Callion gave a small smile at his ingenuity
Callion’s Log. Entry 10.
Before I go over the events of today’s training session, I must
The falling snowflakes began to land on the pages of the journal melting into water, and causing the pen to fade a bit. Callion flared his aura of energy around himself, causing any snowflakes to either be pushed away or melt in contact with the energy. Callion gave a small smile at his ingenuity before he continued to write.
congratulate myself for my tenth entry into this journal. Though ten may seem like a small number, I am glad that I have had the fortune of staying alive for so long.
Back to today’s training session, I have made many a new discovery. I have discovered the art of the Multi-Form Technique, and upon using it, I created an exact clone of myself. Said clone, though a bit conniving, was good company and an excellent training partner. I wish to meet him again someday. I expect I will when I need to train again. The clone, this “other Callion” also discovered a means of upgrading my After Image technique. And through his efforts, I have accidentally discovered that my Eye Laser technique is much more powerful than I had realized. Quite a fruitful endeavor if I do say so myself. I think this experience has shown that while I have indeed emotionally grown with my time on Earth I have also done so physically. These weights are also a big help in proving that. I am struggling to write this entry with them on! Oh well… Until next time!
With that, Callion shut the journal, placed both it and the pen back into his gym bag, slung the bag over his right shoulder, and rocketed off of the peak of the mountain, quickly leaving the area of Mt. Frappe.
The falling snow would eventually bury the ruined pillar, making it so it was like the pillar was never there.
Callion looked back at the peak of the mountain as he flew away, and smiled. He had found hid new favorite spot for training.
The air around and on Mt. Frappe was as frigid as ever. The temperature was well below freezing, and it only got colder as you got closer to the mountain itself, and even more so if you tried to ascend to its peak. The mountain and the land around it were coated in at least a foot of light blue snow. The sky overhead was cloudy, and currently, snowflakes were falling in a flurry, adding even more height to the snow on the ground.
The mountain’s peak was a wide clearing about twenty feet in diameter, with a large jagged peak in the center. Said pillar was a sort of jagged cone pyramid of clear solid ice, which was being buffeted by the snow that fell. The wide circle around it was buried under two feet of snow, with most it trailing off over the edge and falling down the sheer sides to the ground below.
One man sat down in front of the massive column of ice, legs crossed and hands on his knees, though most of his legs were buried under the snow. He was deep in meditation, the cold and snow not seeming to bother him whatsoever. His black hair was soggy and coated in white snowflakes. The man had a long sword strapped to his back, its hilt looking almost a foot long and the blade four times that much. To his right was a sleek black gym bag, its strap the only evidence that it was there, as the rest of the bag was buried in the snow. The man wore a sleeveless black gi, with attached matching pants and a blood-red undershirt, which had short sleeves that reached the middle of his upper arm. Black rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, the lenses being wet from the constant snowfall. On his feet were simple red boots, with black strings to keep them from falling off. On each wrist, was a strange type of wristband. They were colored white, though each had a big red button at the section closest to each hand. They seemed ordinary in appearance. A moment passed before the man heaved a great sigh and opened his eyes.
“Okay,” Callion said, attempting to stand up, although something seemed to impede his progress, and it wasn’t the snow. As he went to stand, his two arms seemed to be unresponsive. Callion’s brow furrowed with concentration and effort as he forced both hands to raise off of his legs. A moment passed before Callion accomplished the feat. Callion looked at the two wristbands for a moment, giving a low whistle. “These things really work. This training is gonna be tougher than I anticipated. Ooh well. No pain, no gain.” Callion paused as he began to stand up and visibly cringed.
“Oh dear, I am beginning to sound like my father.” Shaking his head in fear of that thought, Callion stood up, though it took much more effort than he was used to. These wristbands restricted his movements a considerable amount and lowered his ki output levels quite effectively. His movements were sluggish, as he brushed the snow off of his body, and even flicking his wrists took a lot of effort. Callion sighed, before taking a fighting stance.
He closed his eyes and imagined an invisible opponent was coming at him. Thus, his physical training began. His form and technique were more brutal than one would expect from such a pacifist, but you could chalk that up to his training in the Saiyan academy and lack of any other training in combat. As the opponent aimed a sweep kick, Callion leaped into the air, and performed a front flip, bringing his leg down, expecting it to pass through thin air, but instead a loud crack could be heard, followed by the sound of several heavy things hitting the ground. Callion opened his eyes and saw the crater he had put in the column of ice. Callion sighed, as he noticed his foot was now lodged into the column. Callion yanked it out, with more ice crashing into the snow. Callion looked at the crater and sighed.
“This would be easier if I could fight someone with my eyes open,” Callion said to the empty space, knowing full well that no one was around to hear him. He had picked up the habit of talking to himself while he was on that hellish planet, and while it made him appear insane, it was nice to not need someone to listen in order to speak your mind.
"Hm."
Callion placed a hand to his chin and thought deeply for a moment before a metaphorical lightbulb appeared over his head. Snapping his fingers, Callion’s eyes widened in realization.
“That’s it!” The young warrior exclaimed gently banging his fist into his palm. The young warrior would then sit down in the quickly mounting snow with his back to the jagged pillar of ice. Closing his eyes, Callion recalled the words in that old scroll he had found, and how he obtained it.
A week earlier...
Callion had been traversing Satan City in his usual apparel when he happened upon a sort of stall that was selling what looked to be old scrolls. The woman who ran the stall was very short and round, with short gray hair. Her skin resembled used leather thanks to the wrinkles and tone, and her eyes though dull brown in color held a plethora of wisdom behind them.
“You there!” The old woman’s raspy voice called out, as she pointed a bony finger at Callion. Callion froze and made eye contact with the old woman. She wore a simple gray robe complete with a hood draped across her back. Around her neck was beautiful gold medallion engraved with strange symbols that Callion had never seen before.
“Come closer, child and let me bequeath this knowledge to you!” The woman’s bony left hand clutched an old yellowed scroll and held it out to the young warrior. Callion grasped it, gently taking it from the woman and looking it over. Callion looked up from the scroll and gave the old vendor a low bow.
“Thank you, ma’am. How can I repay this kindness?” Callion asked, not expecting the woman to answer so quickly.
“Eight thousand zeni.” The woman said in a business-like tone, her raspy voice sound much clearer.
Callion blinked at the request. All he had left was eight thousand zeni, but surely this knowledge was more than worth it.
As the young man walked away from the stall, the old woman sighed in joy. “What a sucker…” She then went back to counting her zeni.
Callion opened the scroll and was...surprised to say the least. Written on the top in old cursive was-
The Multi-Form Technique
Followed by faded illustrations.
One was a simply drawn featureless man standing in the center of the page.
Underneath that, things got a bit more complex.
The second illustration saw that the man seemed to have a less defined copy of himself emerging from his body as if he were creating some sort of see through clone of himself.
The final illustration was that of two men, who looked exactly the same standing next to each other and sharing the same pose.
Callion blinked a bit in confusion.
In the present day…
Callion’s eyes opened as he blinked in confusion once again, remembering how he had not understood that scroll the first time, though he had committed its contents to memory. Now, the young warrior believed he was beginning to understand how the Multi-Form Technique was meant to be executed.
Closing his eyes, Callion tried to visualize the very essence of his being. Who he was. How he impacted others. What truly made him himself. Slowly, the image of a two-dimensional red diamond-like object formed Callion’s mind.
Callion smiled before his grin faded. He needed to focus. Slowly, Callion imagined the diamond splitting down the middle, before slowly separating into two. Suddenly a wave of exhaustion hit Callion from nowhere, causing the young warrior to begin panting.
“What on Earth was that?” Callion muttered aloud to himself before someone actually replied. Someone who sounded very familiar.
“I have no idea,” Callion heard the familiar voice reply, causing the young warrior’s eyes to fly open, in search of this sudden intruder of his privacy.
What he saw caused his jaw to drop. It was himself, mimicking his current position, and facial expression of shock, though the other him recovered from the surprise much more quickly. The other Callion stood up and looked stepped forward, his black eyes moving over the original Callion’s form.
The original Callion got up and quickly followed suit. The two were exactly identical. The swords, the weights, the glasses, even their hairstyles were exactly the same.
“Fascinating,” the two Callions said in perfect sync, both putting their left hands to their chins in curiosity.
The other Callion spoke. “It seems that the Multi-Form technique actually worked.”
“Indeed” replied the original Callion, before his brow furrowed with a serious stare. “I guess we both know what comes next, then?”
The other Callion seemed surprised, but after a moment of thinking, a realization came across his face, before he mirrored the original’s serious stare. The other Callion took on a fighting stance, which the original quickly copied. The two took a moment to size each other up, before they both leaped forward, ready to fight!
The other Callion opened with a spin kick to the original’s head, which the original had also performed, causing both of their left feet to catch each other in mid-air, with a burst of air pressure emerging from where the two limbs connected. Both Callions pulled back their feet and performed a back flip to gain some distance. The other Callion stuck his landing a moment earlier than the original, and his eyes flared up with a familiar crimson hue before two thin lasers raced toward the original. The original upon sticking his landing only had a moment to retaliate or defend himself, and in his haste he allowed his instincts to kick in. Firing his own eye lasers, the original's were much thicker, and faster than the other’s, which caught the other Callion off guard. The two pairs of beams caught in mid-air, with the original's quickly overpowering the other’s and forcing them back, before the two sets of beams were forced into the other’s eyes. The original Callion’s face quickly filled with concern.
“Okay!” he called out in a concerned voice, as the other Callion still had his eyes shut with a look of discomfort on his face. “No more.”
“How did you do that?” The other Callion asked, still rubbing his now burned eyes. He would recover from the wound, though the surprising power of the laser still rattled him. Neither Callion enjoyed the sensation of getting overpowered.
The original Callion looked down at his hands, as he searched his own mind for the answer before he replied. “Perhaps, our Eye Laser technique is getting even more powerful?”
The other Callion continued to rub his eyes. “Interesting. Perhaps you should try seeing just how far it has evolved.”
“How? On you?” The original asked sarcastically, growing even more comfortable with the idea of talking to himself.
“No. I would rather you didn’t. I meant on that,” The other Callion said, not quite catching the sarcasm. The other Callion then pointed to the large pillar of ice that was behind the original.
The original turned his head to look at the pillar, before the other Callion lunged at him, fist aimed at the back of the original’s neck. The other Callion’s fist would seem to phase through the original's body as his form seemed to fizzle into nothingness. The other Callion’s eyes widened in surprise, before he looked skyward, to see the original floating above him with his arms crossed, and a small grin on his face.
“Sorry, but I saw that one coming from a mile away. Nice try th-” The original faltered as he spotted the other Callion rocket toward him, fist poised for an uppercut. Callion brought his arms in front of his chin, ready to block the blow. As the other Callion’s fist made contact with his arms or should have, the other Callion began to fizzle away much like the original’s own after image. The original's eyes widened in shock before he was suddenly forced downward into two feet of snow and a few inches of the solid stone ground, as someone’s foot was brought down hard against his neck.
The original groaned in pain, while the other Callion spoke in excited tones and with a grin on his face.
“I can not believe that worked. I controlled the movements of the After Image. I added some more steps to it, and the illusion seemed to have mimicked them. I wonder what would happen if I added even more movements. We must have really begun to improve while on this planet without us noticing, wouldn’t you say?”
The original replied with another groan, as he used his arms to pick himself up out of the Callion shaped crater he had made. Standing up straight, the original swayed in place a bit. His neck was sore beyond belief.
“That is very fascinating but do you know what else is very fascinating?” The original asked menacingly.
The other Callion seemed to take note of his threatening tone and looked a bit nervous.
“No?” said the other Callion in reply, as he backed away from the original. His back made contact with something large and cold. Looking behind him, his vision was completely obscured by the massive pillar of ice. Looking back at the original, the other Callion began to plead. He hadn’t realized how much energy he had wasted performing that specialized After Image.
“Look I am sorry about attacking you from behind, and am especially sorry about kicking you in the neck, but in fairness, you would have done the same. Though technically, I guess you did. Heh.” The other Callion chuckled a bit, before noticing that the original’s eyes were flaring up with crimson energy.
“Oh de-” Was all the other Callion had time to say before the original unleashed his attack!
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The original shouted as his eyes suddenly let forth a massive beam of dark red energy. The beam slammed into the other Callion, enveloping his form. The pillar behind him quickly began to crumble and melt from the force and heat of the assault. The beam continued its assault for a full minute before it gradually faded away. The original panted in both rage and exhaustion as his eyes went from blood red to their usual black.
The other Callion lie dead in the ruined landscape. The snow around him was completely melted. The pillar of ice lay in mostly melted pieces behind him. His gi had been completely burned off and his blade’s sheath along with it. Suddenly, the other Callion’s corpse seemed to fade from reality, disappearing from view.
The original Callion looked remorseful before he felt a sudden increase in power. Looking at his hands, a second metaphorical lightbulb appeared over his head.
“I get it now! When I split my form, I cut my power in half! Hmmm. A risky technique, though it will definitely be useful once I become more powerful.” Callion looked at his hands again, and went over to his gym bag, quickly opening it to locate his journal. Pulling it out along with a nice red fountain pen, Callion began to write in it, noting that the weighted power dampeners on his arms seemed to make even writing a more difficult task. The falling snowflakes began to land on the pages of the journal melting into water, and causing the pen to fade a bit. Callion flared his aura of energy around himself, causing any snowflakes to either be pushed away or melt in contact with the energy. Callion gave a small smile at his ingenuity
Callion’s Log. Entry 10.
Before I go over the events of today’s training session, I must
The falling snowflakes began to land on the pages of the journal melting into water, and causing the pen to fade a bit. Callion flared his aura of energy around himself, causing any snowflakes to either be pushed away or melt in contact with the energy. Callion gave a small smile at his ingenuity before he continued to write.
congratulate myself for my tenth entry into this journal. Though ten may seem like a small number, I am glad that I have had the fortune of staying alive for so long.
Back to today’s training session, I have made many a new discovery. I have discovered the art of the Multi-Form Technique, and upon using it, I created an exact clone of myself. Said clone, though a bit conniving, was good company and an excellent training partner. I wish to meet him again someday. I expect I will when I need to train again. The clone, this “other Callion” also discovered a means of upgrading my After Image technique. And through his efforts, I have accidentally discovered that my Eye Laser technique is much more powerful than I had realized. Quite a fruitful endeavor if I do say so myself. I think this experience has shown that while I have indeed emotionally grown with my time on Earth I have also done so physically. These weights are also a big help in proving that. I am struggling to write this entry with them on! Oh well… Until next time!
With that, Callion shut the journal, placed both it and the pen back into his gym bag, slung the bag over his right shoulder, and rocketed off of the peak of the mountain, quickly leaving the area of Mt. Frappe.
The falling snow would eventually bury the ruined pillar, making it so it was like the pillar was never there.
Callion looked back at the peak of the mountain as he flew away, and smiled. He had found hid new favorite spot for training.
