Post by Kiraburu Sarutobi on Jan 1, 2017 23:09:46 GMT
Kiraburu’s panting became more and more required as the fighting continued. This morning’s training session with Cassel went far beyond what it normally did for some reason; probably do to the unusually pleasant weather today. The stone-tiled training ground glinted with small reflections of its little puddles produced by small bits of snow that had been kicked onto it. The two warriors, disciple and master, both wore their lighter attire today. In preparations for the weather rumored to go slightly above fifty degrees Fahrenheit, Kira had lost the heavy vest lined with soft fur that he usually war and just stuck with his netted shirt Gi pants, and usual black and white boots, while his master’s adornments looked… less than presentable to say the least. It became presently clear to Kira that his master only ever prepared for the colder weather, and now that the sun actually peaked beyond the clouds, she stripped down to a netted shinobi covered by a vest that tucked into her belt. By itself this really presents no issue but in combat, when one fights against a female opponent as well-endowed as Cassel, Kira became unusually distracted. The fact that Cassel cared little for her own personal modesty didn’t help matters at all. Still, Kira did his best to keep up with the Saiyan of above average power.
The two had been engaging in a series of kata as a warm up for the day and now moved on to more of an actual fight. The stood about ten feet away from each other. Sweat glistened off of their foreheads and panting seemed to be the only thing either of them were capable of when a series of fierce blows ended. They both held their hands up in usually stances, one foot infront of another with their bodies facing to the side in order to present a smaller target to the opponent. Both sets of eyes trained on the other, waiting for the first move and calculating the best possible solution. Cassel made the first move. She launched herself off of her back foot striking with a well tightened fist directly aimed at Kira’s head. Both of Kira’s arms shot up, catching her arm between them and forcing it upwards. Cassels mind was too fast however, and using her new found momentum she shot her knee upwards, catching Kira’s chin and slamming his head backwards.
Dazed but not out for the count Kira countered by charging his Ki up for just a moment and focusing it into his right palm, before releasing it after impacting his opponents stomach with all his might. Before he had realized what happened, the ground exploded under them causing debris to be launched into the air in all directions. Little bits of stone and dirt rained down on them as Kira looked up just in time for Cassel’s blow. It connected smack-dab in the middle of his forehead and sent him flying backwards. He slid to a stop and shook of his pain, barely catching the next onslaught of blows that came for him. The flurry of strikes forced him back before he barely caught the last one right in front of his face with both of his hands, it appeared to be ki infused from the slight gleam that emitted from his masters hand. His hair was pushed back by the slight pressure wave from the blow just infront of his nose.
Cassel’s index finger extended and pressed slightly against his nose. The ceremonial ‘boop’ that Cassel used to mock him when he performed less than diligently on the battle floor. Her gentle voice caught him by surprise.
“You’re slipping Kira. You let your guard down, yet again just because you saw something you were mildly interested in.” Cassel said with a mocking tone before she let herself relax. Kira’s hands tightened despite this and he shot back with, “It isn’t my fault if you insist on wearing something so indecent! The whole neighborhood could see your...” A firm hand placed over his hand cut off the indecency that was about to fall out of his mouth. His master now stood behind him, moving in the blink of an eye she stood behind him, one hand over his mouth and the other over his chest, pulling him into hers. It was times like this that Kira wished he was just a bit taller. Standing at his intimidating 5’9” (And a half.) the back of his head was right in the middle of Cassel’s chest when she drew him in like this. Her intimidating 6’4” build left even the bravest of warriors wishing they could fill out in the same way. The hand that rested on his mouth soon moved to the top of his head and ruffled his hair. She moved back from Kira and turned him to look up at her. “Listen, you’re forgetting what day it is and why it’s important.” She smiled down at him, waiting for the connections in his mind to be made. She’d been watching him grow for twenty-two years now, being eighteen when she found the child. Kira shirked himself out of her grasp. It took him a few moments. The revelation actually caused him to verbalize his emotion in an extremely loud fashion. “OH!”
It had been a few hours since Cassel had given him his Birthday present. Kiraburu now held one-thousand zeni and the pod that Cassel had come to Earth in. The pod really wouldn’t last more than one use but it was still the best gift he had received to date. In addition to the gifts and slightly intense training this morning, AND the rest of the day off, Kira had been allowed to go to the Northern Capital recreationally. He now stood in the center of downtown, not really knowing what to do now that he was here. Truly, the only he really cared about was a person and he had no idea how to get into contact with her. Kyra, the one girl that possessed a brilliant combination of finesse, beauty, intelligence, and beautiful long black hair. He looked at the money in his hand, wondering where the best place to find her would be. He strolled down the sidewalk a ways and saw wanted poster on the wall of a convenience store. A few people huddled around it. The sign showed a relatively scaring looking individual with no hair and an odd tattoo on his left shoulder. On the sign scrawled across the top and bottom read “Wanted: Leader of the Black Turtle Gang. Please don’t engage with this individual or any other affiliates of the gang. Extremely Dangerous.” Kira shrugged. Times were getting tough and if this so called gang caused more trouble his master and himself would probably need to get involved.
He saw a coffee shop a few blocks down and decided to head inside. A pleasant shop owner cleaned a mug from behind the counter. The bell overhead rang and the owner looked up. “Oh hello! Welcome to Dark Brew. What can I get for ya?” The man was of average build but pretty tall. He wore dark glasses with a bushy mustache. A few pearly white teeth showed from below the lip caterpillar when he smiled. Kira smiled back and took up a stool at the counter. “Just one of your sweeter tea’s please? That’d be just what I need today.”
“Sure, coming right up sonny.”
The man turned and went about his enjoyable labor and another bell rang over the door. Kira didn’t look up, but the middle aged man gave his usual greeting and looked up. “Welcome to Dark Brew what can I get for yo-…” The man was cut off. Kira turned to see what startled the man so much. A large man, at least six feet tall wearing a traditional Gi came into the small shop with a bat over his shoulder followed by a few others, obviously trying to look intimidating with Shades and various make-shift weapons. The one with a bat, Kira now saw that it had several bits of metal piercing through it, walked up to the bar-like counter and slammed the bat onto it, cracking the polished Mahogany finish. “Ey’ ol’ man, Irish coffee over here. I assume on the house considerin’ your current circumstances…” The old man, obviously startled, nodded slowly and continued the job. The rest of the ‘rebellious’ teenagers pulled up various chairs and monopolized the small shop.
Kira, noticing the crack, dropped his a few zeni and a small note onto the counter. The old man noticed and reached for them only for his hand to be smacked away by the ruffian with a bat. “Wha’s this now old man?” Mr. Ruffian read the small note. It was simple and scribbled on it was simply I’ll take care of them. He bellowed, “You really think you can take us? We’ll just have to prove you wrong then pretty boy!” Out of nowhere a chain whistled through the air, coming sideways, level with Kiraburu’s head. Without thinking, he nonchalantly brought his hand up and grabbed the chain, wrapping it around. Grabbing another link relatively in the middle he stood vanished, and appeared again behind one of the gang members, lopping the chain around his neck and bringing it up below his chin. “Follow me please,” he said with a smug smile. “I’ll show you a good time.” He walked slowly, picking up the struggling man and opened the door before chucking him into the street, taking the chain and watching him skid to a stop. The rest of the gang charged him and stepped out into the middle of the street to prevent the destruction of the coffee innocent coffee shop.
Three other people stood in front of him. The one he slammed into the ground had sinced passed out and he assumed the others wanted revenge for their fallen amigo. One produced a switch-blade from his belt and rushed him. Kira stepped back a few times before catching his opponents hand, the knife protruding between his fingers and grabbed his wrist with the other hand, twisting it outwards. “I’m sorry but if you could please tap out before your wrist or arm breaks,” He looked at the anguish on the goon’s face. “I’d really appreciate it.” He looked as the resilient man refused. Well... You’re choice then. He completed the rotation and listened to the bones in the arm crack, before he crashed his other elbow right into his chin. He dropped the goon and laid him next to the other. “Anyone else? I’d rather not have to send the rest of you to the hospital, in all sincerity.” Hell of a way to spend my twenty-second birthday.
The next two came at him at once. One with a bat studded with various sharp metal objects and the other with a pair of brass knuckles. Well… I see they haven’t received the message yet. Kira stepped forwards, appearing past the one sporting a pair of metallic-colored hands and with a Ki infused hand smack the back of his neck hard enough not to break it but still hard enough to knock him out. The kid appeared to be no older than sixteen. He went easy on him. The boss, apparently, with a metal laden bat. He turned white as sheet, his crew scalp no exception. The joints in his hips were loosened and his knees began to knock together. “Listen, it’s my birthday and I really didn’t feel like spending my day off on you and your pack of... whatever you are. Please just give up, I won’t go easy on you. If you don’t.” The man looked at his bat, and then back at Kiraburu. Please don’t, I just wanted tea. Another exchange of glances from his opponent. Don’t. Another. DON’T. He lurched forwards and Kira appeared underneath of him planting his foot firmly under his opponents chin and launching him upwards. I told you not to. After launching the thug upwards he spun, slamming his leg into his opponent’s ribs before using them to step up and slamming his other leg into his opponent’s chest with his heel. His opponent slammed, coughing blood and even more came out when Kira landed on top of him, both legs bent and crushing his stomach, sending even more cement into the air.
He hopped off and walked to his opponent’s head, bending down to feel his pulse and Sighed with relief when he felt the slight bump with each weary heartbeat. He went back inside, sitting down at his previous seat. The old man smiled and put up a hand when Kira tried to pull out his wallet. “This time it’s on the house.” Kira raised the small cup and sipped his drink with a smile.
The two had been engaging in a series of kata as a warm up for the day and now moved on to more of an actual fight. The stood about ten feet away from each other. Sweat glistened off of their foreheads and panting seemed to be the only thing either of them were capable of when a series of fierce blows ended. They both held their hands up in usually stances, one foot infront of another with their bodies facing to the side in order to present a smaller target to the opponent. Both sets of eyes trained on the other, waiting for the first move and calculating the best possible solution. Cassel made the first move. She launched herself off of her back foot striking with a well tightened fist directly aimed at Kira’s head. Both of Kira’s arms shot up, catching her arm between them and forcing it upwards. Cassels mind was too fast however, and using her new found momentum she shot her knee upwards, catching Kira’s chin and slamming his head backwards.
Dazed but not out for the count Kira countered by charging his Ki up for just a moment and focusing it into his right palm, before releasing it after impacting his opponents stomach with all his might. Before he had realized what happened, the ground exploded under them causing debris to be launched into the air in all directions. Little bits of stone and dirt rained down on them as Kira looked up just in time for Cassel’s blow. It connected smack-dab in the middle of his forehead and sent him flying backwards. He slid to a stop and shook of his pain, barely catching the next onslaught of blows that came for him. The flurry of strikes forced him back before he barely caught the last one right in front of his face with both of his hands, it appeared to be ki infused from the slight gleam that emitted from his masters hand. His hair was pushed back by the slight pressure wave from the blow just infront of his nose.
Cassel’s index finger extended and pressed slightly against his nose. The ceremonial ‘boop’ that Cassel used to mock him when he performed less than diligently on the battle floor. Her gentle voice caught him by surprise.
“You’re slipping Kira. You let your guard down, yet again just because you saw something you were mildly interested in.” Cassel said with a mocking tone before she let herself relax. Kira’s hands tightened despite this and he shot back with, “It isn’t my fault if you insist on wearing something so indecent! The whole neighborhood could see your...” A firm hand placed over his hand cut off the indecency that was about to fall out of his mouth. His master now stood behind him, moving in the blink of an eye she stood behind him, one hand over his mouth and the other over his chest, pulling him into hers. It was times like this that Kira wished he was just a bit taller. Standing at his intimidating 5’9” (And a half.) the back of his head was right in the middle of Cassel’s chest when she drew him in like this. Her intimidating 6’4” build left even the bravest of warriors wishing they could fill out in the same way. The hand that rested on his mouth soon moved to the top of his head and ruffled his hair. She moved back from Kira and turned him to look up at her. “Listen, you’re forgetting what day it is and why it’s important.” She smiled down at him, waiting for the connections in his mind to be made. She’d been watching him grow for twenty-two years now, being eighteen when she found the child. Kira shirked himself out of her grasp. It took him a few moments. The revelation actually caused him to verbalize his emotion in an extremely loud fashion. “OH!”
It had been a few hours since Cassel had given him his Birthday present. Kiraburu now held one-thousand zeni and the pod that Cassel had come to Earth in. The pod really wouldn’t last more than one use but it was still the best gift he had received to date. In addition to the gifts and slightly intense training this morning, AND the rest of the day off, Kira had been allowed to go to the Northern Capital recreationally. He now stood in the center of downtown, not really knowing what to do now that he was here. Truly, the only he really cared about was a person and he had no idea how to get into contact with her. Kyra, the one girl that possessed a brilliant combination of finesse, beauty, intelligence, and beautiful long black hair. He looked at the money in his hand, wondering where the best place to find her would be. He strolled down the sidewalk a ways and saw wanted poster on the wall of a convenience store. A few people huddled around it. The sign showed a relatively scaring looking individual with no hair and an odd tattoo on his left shoulder. On the sign scrawled across the top and bottom read “Wanted: Leader of the Black Turtle Gang. Please don’t engage with this individual or any other affiliates of the gang. Extremely Dangerous.” Kira shrugged. Times were getting tough and if this so called gang caused more trouble his master and himself would probably need to get involved.
He saw a coffee shop a few blocks down and decided to head inside. A pleasant shop owner cleaned a mug from behind the counter. The bell overhead rang and the owner looked up. “Oh hello! Welcome to Dark Brew. What can I get for ya?” The man was of average build but pretty tall. He wore dark glasses with a bushy mustache. A few pearly white teeth showed from below the lip caterpillar when he smiled. Kira smiled back and took up a stool at the counter. “Just one of your sweeter tea’s please? That’d be just what I need today.”
“Sure, coming right up sonny.”
The man turned and went about his enjoyable labor and another bell rang over the door. Kira didn’t look up, but the middle aged man gave his usual greeting and looked up. “Welcome to Dark Brew what can I get for yo-…” The man was cut off. Kira turned to see what startled the man so much. A large man, at least six feet tall wearing a traditional Gi came into the small shop with a bat over his shoulder followed by a few others, obviously trying to look intimidating with Shades and various make-shift weapons. The one with a bat, Kira now saw that it had several bits of metal piercing through it, walked up to the bar-like counter and slammed the bat onto it, cracking the polished Mahogany finish. “Ey’ ol’ man, Irish coffee over here. I assume on the house considerin’ your current circumstances…” The old man, obviously startled, nodded slowly and continued the job. The rest of the ‘rebellious’ teenagers pulled up various chairs and monopolized the small shop.
Kira, noticing the crack, dropped his a few zeni and a small note onto the counter. The old man noticed and reached for them only for his hand to be smacked away by the ruffian with a bat. “Wha’s this now old man?” Mr. Ruffian read the small note. It was simple and scribbled on it was simply I’ll take care of them. He bellowed, “You really think you can take us? We’ll just have to prove you wrong then pretty boy!” Out of nowhere a chain whistled through the air, coming sideways, level with Kiraburu’s head. Without thinking, he nonchalantly brought his hand up and grabbed the chain, wrapping it around. Grabbing another link relatively in the middle he stood vanished, and appeared again behind one of the gang members, lopping the chain around his neck and bringing it up below his chin. “Follow me please,” he said with a smug smile. “I’ll show you a good time.” He walked slowly, picking up the struggling man and opened the door before chucking him into the street, taking the chain and watching him skid to a stop. The rest of the gang charged him and stepped out into the middle of the street to prevent the destruction of the coffee innocent coffee shop.
Three other people stood in front of him. The one he slammed into the ground had sinced passed out and he assumed the others wanted revenge for their fallen amigo. One produced a switch-blade from his belt and rushed him. Kira stepped back a few times before catching his opponents hand, the knife protruding between his fingers and grabbed his wrist with the other hand, twisting it outwards. “I’m sorry but if you could please tap out before your wrist or arm breaks,” He looked at the anguish on the goon’s face. “I’d really appreciate it.” He looked as the resilient man refused. Well... You’re choice then. He completed the rotation and listened to the bones in the arm crack, before he crashed his other elbow right into his chin. He dropped the goon and laid him next to the other. “Anyone else? I’d rather not have to send the rest of you to the hospital, in all sincerity.” Hell of a way to spend my twenty-second birthday.
The next two came at him at once. One with a bat studded with various sharp metal objects and the other with a pair of brass knuckles. Well… I see they haven’t received the message yet. Kira stepped forwards, appearing past the one sporting a pair of metallic-colored hands and with a Ki infused hand smack the back of his neck hard enough not to break it but still hard enough to knock him out. The kid appeared to be no older than sixteen. He went easy on him. The boss, apparently, with a metal laden bat. He turned white as sheet, his crew scalp no exception. The joints in his hips were loosened and his knees began to knock together. “Listen, it’s my birthday and I really didn’t feel like spending my day off on you and your pack of... whatever you are. Please just give up, I won’t go easy on you. If you don’t.” The man looked at his bat, and then back at Kiraburu. Please don’t, I just wanted tea. Another exchange of glances from his opponent. Don’t. Another. DON’T. He lurched forwards and Kira appeared underneath of him planting his foot firmly under his opponents chin and launching him upwards. I told you not to. After launching the thug upwards he spun, slamming his leg into his opponent’s ribs before using them to step up and slamming his other leg into his opponent’s chest with his heel. His opponent slammed, coughing blood and even more came out when Kira landed on top of him, both legs bent and crushing his stomach, sending even more cement into the air.
He hopped off and walked to his opponent’s head, bending down to feel his pulse and Sighed with relief when he felt the slight bump with each weary heartbeat. He went back inside, sitting down at his previous seat. The old man smiled and put up a hand when Kira tried to pull out his wallet. “This time it’s on the house.” Kira raised the small cup and sipped his drink with a smile.