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Post by Purika on Feb 19, 2017 21:19:45 GMT
Purika would sit on a tree stump, cutting up some dinosaur meat from his previous hunt. Shukaku ate quite a lot, couldn't he help out sometimes? He would sit as the trees surrounding him protected him from the sun. He was cutting the dinosaur meat with a blade of ki that surrounding his entire forearm. As he got done chopping the meat into several pieces, he used his free arm to grab a capsule from his pocket. He pressed down on the top of it and threw it down. A large container appeared in its place, about to be used to store the meat.
He lifted the pieces of meat and neatly organized it in the chamber, planning to wash it later. Then he closed the storage container and pressed a button on its side. As a result, it turned back into a capsule, putting it back into his pocket for later. He walked through the jungle, wearing only his jumpsuit. He kept his ki blade active so he could cut through the greenery that blocked his path. After a bit of walking, he would reach the open space where his home was located. A cool breeze shot through the jungle as he made it back.
This wind blew a few loose leaves from their respective trees to the ground, descending slowly. He approached the door and entered a password on the console beside it. The door quickly slid open, closing behind him as he got out of range. He walked towards the dining room, planning to wash the meat. He arrived at the room, with no door blocking his entrance. He would reach for the capsule he used earlier, pressing down on the top to trigger it. He threw the capsule to the ground, with the container coming out.
He grabbed a tray from a cabinet and set some meat on it, before taking it to the sink. The water quickly drenched the blood from the meat, cleaning it. Next, he would place some pieces of the dinosaur meat into a smaller container, proceeding to put them in his refrigerator. The pieces of meat he left out would be his meal. He threw it in his oven and cooked it, taking it out when done. He poured some of the sauce he liked on it, causing the meat to emit a delectable aroma. Then he put the meat on a plate, looking down at it.
He grabbed a fork, planning not to get his hands stick. He sat at a table, turning his television on to watch some HD Fighting. It was all classic to him, not a lot of people was as strong as he was. This sort of made him proud, but there was still quite a few people ahead of him. People like the top ranking members of the SSE, the Z-Fighters, and the BBA. He thought back to when the SSE invaded Earth, and the Z-Fighters and the BBA defeated them. He had a long way to go. Gravity Training could help him. A grin appeared on his face.
He remembered that last time he did x90 Earth's gravity. That meant that the next time in his chamber he should try going up to x100! He wasn't even a Super Saiyan yet, and he was doing all this. Pretty soon he would be able to survive in Ultra Max on Knutts with little to no problems. Of course, he wasn't going to do anything to get stuck in that hell hole, though. He heard enough stories about that place. They put ki bombs in people's necks to keep them in line, but who ever got sent there most likely had what was coming to them.
He continued thinking as he gulped down the final piece of his meat, not paying much attention until his fork struck an empty plate. He looked down when he heard the noise, seeing that his plate was empty. He frowned at the site of this, but at least he wasn't hungry anymore. He stood, pushing his chair back, proceeding to grab his plate. Then he walked over to his dishwasher and threw his plate and fork in. He was eager to get in his gravity chamber now, all he wanted to do was train at the moment. He had to get stronger.
He wasn't going to take his sweet time getting to the chamber either. He flashed from sight, before quickly reappearing at the entrance to the training room. It was distinguishable by the words 'TRAINING ROOM' written on the door. He had no interest in training with his robot right now. His eyes quickly darted towards where the button was, raising his hand and pressing it quickly. The door slid open, with him walking in with a smirk on his face. His eyes looked around the room, same as usual. It had a white interior as always.
His eyes quickly turned to the panel. He quickly tapped his way to the gravity settings, turning it on. The gravity went up rapidly, him not feeling it until it hit after x90. As the gravity went up so did the heat of the room, causing Purika to emit sweat. He wiped it aside, all for the sake of training. He struggled to stand under the gravity, taking a few steps near the wall for support. After he could feel that he could move without too many problems, he would sit himself down. He sat down harder than he should have, though.
He hurt his butt, grunting from the ache that shot through his body as a result. Since he was sitting down, he decided he should do some sit-ups. This was going to be hard due to the gravity. He may as well start trying, he wanted to be one of the best after all. He wanted to achieve the strength of a super saiyan, but he just had to try harder. He would push himself up, struggling. He grunted as he slowly rose from the ground, eventually pushing himself harder, bringing him all the way up from the ground, sweat dripping from his hands.
Now, he would do a few more of them. He would lower himself down, struggling a bit less than last time as he went back up. As he kept doing it, it would become less and less stressful. Now that he was done with that, he stood up and got into yet another position. He was sweating from the intense heat. Maybe this could help him get a decent zenkai? He would get in position for some push ups. this was going to be quite a bit harder than the sit-ups he did earlier. He lowered his body near the ground and began the struggle to go up.
He would breath faster and grunt, his heart pumping faster than before. His muscles tensed themselves, with his ki helping him out. Soon, his struggle to get back up was finally over. He did it like last time, do them over and over again until he got better at it. He even started to do it with one hand, which was quite difficult. He would have tried doing them with no hands, but he would save that for another time or session. Also, he sometimes jumped as he went up, clapping his hands. He would get himself up again, standing in place. He decided that he should do jumping jacks next.
He would spread his legs and arms alike, before starting to jump, tightening his legs and his arms as he did so. He would do a few of them. At first, the gravity would limit his jumping, but like every other thing he did it got better. Now that he could move around easier, he could test his agility without too much trouble. He would try using his extreme speed to zip around the room. He darted around, his speed not having a signifcant downgrade by the gravity. Maybe the exercises helped from earlier. Most likely they did. He would stop.
That was enough training for him for the day. He would scratch his head as it started itching from the sweat. He would have to take a shower after this. Quickly, he'd sniff himself under the armpit. His nose turned itself up in disgust, quickly lowering his arm. He would walk over to the panel on the wall, and go to the gravity settings to turn it off. The gravity started to lower, going back to normal. The Air Conditioner would turn on, cooling him off rather quickly. Now to test how fast his strikes were. He'd send out a few quicks and punches into the air, amazed.
Today, he didn't even need to restrict himself because he wasn't fighting that robot like he did during his last training. After he cooled down, he would wipe sweat from his forehead, flicking it to the floor. He would exit the training room, taking his time to walk down the hall. He would proceed upstairs to the second floor, and would enter the bathroom. He would remove his clothes, and start running his shower. He would step in, cleaning himself and removing the sweat. His odor would soon leave his body, all clean. Now, he stepped back out and put his jumpsuit on.
He would go back downstairs to the living room and watch TV, relaxing.
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Post by Shemha on Feb 26, 2017 22:52:32 GMT
Purika WC 1568 - 2731 PL earned. New Total - 54,278!
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Post by Purika on Feb 26, 2017 22:56:11 GMT
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