Honing his skills (open) Apr 30, 2017 17:08:01 GMT
Post by Tomoka on Apr 30, 2017 17:08:01 GMT
"Count to 4... inhale.
Count to 4... exhale."
Tomoka opened his eyes, standing on the rock beneath him. He was clad in nothing more than a black, skin tight jumpsuit, along with the lower guards attached to his armor, and a set of incredibly heavy weights on his wrists and knees. His hands were bare, and he cracked his knuckles, ready to begin. He had come here for one thing, and one thing only: to train. He had remained weak for far to long: today, he would become stronger. MUCH stronger. With these weights in place, with his ki properly set, and the challenge before him, today would be the day, today would be-
"OW! FUCK!" He shouted, as a rumbling would begin, and a rock would land on his foot. He grit his teeth, and kicked the rock off with his other foot, cursing loudly. "Guess that's what I get for training up here." Tomoka thought to himself, remembering what the Namek soldier back at the castle had told him.
"Hey, you know what goes on up north, right?"
"No, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh man, you really don't know? The plates of the planet are all screwed up up there, no one can live up there since it's to hostile."
"Wait... so someone could just go up there, alone, and do whatever the hell he wanted?"
"Well, yeah, sort of. Who could stop em?"
Tomoka had thanked the Namek for telling him this. For days, he had trained back at the castle, but he had never been free to test anything out, like a large ki blast or lethal attack. He had always been limited, always held back. He couldn't use every single ounce of his power, which made it impossible for him to steadily improve. He knew what he had to do, and he would do it. He pulled back his arm, as he began floating in the air, moving up slowly, slowly and slowly. He would find himself 300 feet in the air, looking down upon the rock below him. His hand hung above him, and a tiny red ki ball began to form in his hand. It grew to around the size of his hand, as it normally did. This was the Red Death, his signature attack. He used it often, and it had proven as an effective attack in most cases. But... it could become so much more.
Tomoka began pouring more of his strength into the blast, and it began growing, ever so slowly. he began to sweat, as he poured more and more and more of his ki into the ever growing ball. He was doing something he had never done before... at the academies, they had taught all the students how to manufacture a ki blast around the age of 10, the standard age for a Saiyan to begin learning how to create a blast. In the Oozaru state, it was common for even the most unskilled children to learn how to do such a thing, and most of them had done it. Unfortunately though, this was based on the raw exertion of the Oozaru's strength, and not on properly channeling one's ki. They'd all been taught how to create a blast that used around a third of their strength, which served as a useful attack against an enemy of equal or lower strength. But Tomoka had learned it's fatal flaw: when fighting someone stronger than you, it was useless.
Which was exactly why he was pushing himself now. He needed to create a stronger attack, perhaps with 50 percent, no, 66 percent of his strength. THAN he would be able to effectively fight against one who was stronger than him. The ki ball continued to grow, and Tomoka's muscles strained to push out a higher amount of energy. He was exerting himself to the point where he could barely hold himself in the air. "Come on... just a bit more... just a bit MORE!" He cried through gritted teeth, before the ki blast fizzled out as he began falling to the ground.
He hit the ground with a loud thud, though it didn't cause him to hurt in the slightest. He simply laid there, next to exhausted. He had come so close, tried so hard, but in the end, it didn't even matter. He had failed, completely and utterly. He just wanted to head back to the castle and-
No. No, he didn't come this far to lose it all. He couldn't and he WOULDN'T! He pulled himself back up, and into the air, powering back up as he continued to sweat like mad. This was NOT how he failed. He needed something, or someone, he wasn't sure. He knew what he needed: an opponent. He clicked on the button of his scouter, the screen flashing to life. "Activate messages." Tomoka would say. "Begin broadcasting: all soldiers within broadcasting range; I request your presence in the Northern scar region for training. Replies are not needed, thank you for your time." Tomoka would ask flatly, before clicking off his scouter. He folded his arms, and waited.
Heavy weights activated: 16.323/4= 4,081
A call has been sent out on the channels for Mazoku soldiers to come to Northern Scar to train and whatnot!
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