Post by Iroh on Jun 3, 2017 22:42:49 GMT
"As of today, I... Hm, no, that sounds too formal... Today, I... Eh, no, that now sounds too simple... Eh... Hm... Maybe..."
As he walked along the roads of the Eastern Lands of Earth, Iroh currently looked down towards what appeared to be some sort of notebook. He was holding a small pencil in his hand, yellow in color and probably the cheapest one could find, albeit the simplest to understand. The pencil didn't have any detailed drawings on its wooden structure nor did it had interchangeable colors like most pens usually have nowadays. Its eraser head had also been completely destroyed a long time ago, a result of the young man's constant disappointment in writing whatever he wanted to note on paper. The notebook itself was clearly old, but it seemed surprisingly untouched by time, possessing clear-white paper to write on and a black cover. On the cover is written words that even Iroh has now forgotten. Nowadays, such symbols are now nothing more than a language that his parents have decided to shelter him from: the tongue of the Ferrosian, of Planet Ingot. The only thing he can truly use is the language of Earth that he has learned from the Humans around his home. Compared to the language he learned at birth, this language was, at the least, much more simple to write and understand.
It had now been a small while since he had left his home. In fact, he couldn't exactly recall how long it has been, but he could tell it had been... less than a week. He had not expected the land on this planet to be this big, let alone so populated in places. He had decided, first of all, that he'd travel around the Eastern Lands to see if there were anything interesting he could potentially put his interest on. Farms and rural communities aside, however, there was not much else to say about this place. Though the forests were beautiful and a place that was quiet enough to allow substantial amounts of time for his meditation, there was no need to do so all day long. As he wrote in his notebook, he considered them to be "too green and too annoying", in reference to the various animals that inhabited these green areas. The last time he tried to have a tranquil meditation session in such forests, he was attacked by a bear. The creature died after only one single punch, but it was enough for Iroh to conclude that not only was this place too annoying, but also not exciting enough to even satiate his strength.
On such a peaceful planet, it was pretty hard to get a proper objective in life, especially when you come from a distant planet and are much stronger than the vast majority of the people around here. He may look like a Human, but he still has not met one strong enough to give him a proper challenge in battle. Even his parents, too used to rural activities, lost their past strength and became nothing more than disappointing remnants of the past. The only reason why Iroh did not follow them in such a weak path was because he continued training on his own not too close to their home, still trying to master his Ki usage, unbeknownst to his parents' sake. They wanted him to become some sort of farmer or someone that worked in a office, but Iroh definitely could not see himself become any of these. It was too normal, to conformed to Human society... He needed something more.
And so, that is why he left them. He wanted to find a purpose in life. He didn't want to become necessarily stronger in battle, but if that is what he needed to have to become what he could be in the future, then so be it.
Stuck in his thoughts, the young man was suddenly taken out of his numbness as he noticed that he had just been staring at his notebook in complete silence for some time now. Blinking, he stared at the still-empty paper in front of his eyes, then let out a sigh before shaking his head and closing the notebook.
Why am I still bothering myself in loading those papers with words...? A diary... My mother must have been wrong again: I do not see the utility in having this thing... Not even a glimpse of what it could do for me...
He stared at the notebook a little bit more with those empty and tired eyes of his, feeling let down by the diary's uselessness... and yet, it took him some time before finally complying to his senses and putting it and the pen away in the right pocket of his jacket. Thankfully, it was just small enough to get in there without too much trouble. Sighing once more, he decided to simply look up towards the road ahead, planning on continuing to walk towards whatever destination destiny was going to give to him. However, he stopped at that very moment, his emotions not changing in the slightest despite what was happening in front of him.
Up in front of him was an odd-looking person. He wore a simple office suit, had short purple hair, and his smile seemed like it was plastered to his face, unable to seem honest or even contain the strange malice that was held behind it. In his hands were what seemed to be a bunch of pamphlets, multiple collection of plastic-made pages that harboured many kinds of information that people would usually consider as useful to know about or to learn. Iroh never really read any of these given the fact that he never really went in any big cities, having instead stood with his parents in their house without much technology. The only thing he could tell, from afar, was that the most of them were coloured blue and that the man that held them in his hands had strange clothes, the kind Iroh's father would sometimes wear from time to time before leaving the house.
For a moment, the young man simply stared at the suited one with disinterest, his eyes simply acknowledging the fact that he was there, but, eventually, he grew tired of standing and simply started walking once more, trying to go past whoever this could be. However, before he could do so, the smiling man put himself in front of him. Before he could say anything, the suited man spoke:
"Why hello, young man! You seem to be quite down. Are you in need of something that could perhaps give you a purpose in life?"
A purpose? Iroh's eyes suddenly brightened. Quickly, they turned towards the man and stood at him, interested. What could this mean possibly mean with a phrase that was so catchy to him? How could he have possibly ever known his dilemma?
"I... I do."
"Fantastic, fantastic! My name is Carro! I am a representative of the FWB. It is very nice to meet you!"
The man put his hand forward, seemingly to shake Iroh's. Cautiously, the young man stared at it in surprise. He was aware of what this gesture was, but he never really used it at all with his parents. So, slowly, he put his hand forward and grabbed Carro's. Of course, aware of his strength, he did not exaggerate and simply held it firmly without crushing the poor Human's bones.
"Nice to meet you...?"
He would let out, a bit confused by what this "FWB" could possibly be. He never really heard of it before, but it did seem pretty interesting. Immediately, Carro would smile brightly and shake Iroh's hand enthusiastically before giving the young man one of the pamphlets he had. From up close, Iroh could finally see what it was and... well... he went from excitement to what the man could have possibly offered him to complete disappointment. Apparently, "FWB" meant "Fantastic World Boxing". Though he was unaware of what boxing was, he quickly realized, after looking at the pictures in the pamphlet, that it was about two people punching each other with red gloves. It also had schedules for upcoming tournaments... and, truth be told...
...there was just absolutely no way he would lose any fights against the people that they presented here.
So, disappointed, the young man slowly took something else that was in his pockets, then put it on his face. Carro, surprised by the gadget, blinked in surprise as Iroh stared at him with the thing. Unsurprisingly, the device immediately notified Iroh that he only had a mere Power Level of 1. This man was just using words to try and bring him into something that would normally be quite hard for a single Human. For Iroh, that was a pretty pathetic thing to do, even if he and almost everybody on this planet were not apart of the same species. Sighing, the man took the Scouter off his face, then put it back in his pockets before shaking his head and replying to the man's offer:
"I'm sorry, Carro, but I'm not interested. I, uh, don't want to sound arrogant, but I don't think any of them would be a good match for me. Can any of them use Ki?"
"Ki...?"
"... I see. Well, if your participants are ever able to use Ki, feel free to find me and sign me up to whatever this is. I'll be there, no worries."
"I, uh... Alright..."
Deadpanning, the previously-smiling Carro now looked depressed and discouraged. He had no intentions to actually try to bring Iroh in the world of boxing: all he wanted was to sell him a ticket. However, even that seemed far-fetched now that the young man was walking away from him. Though Iroh didn't want to sound arrogant, he sure seemed quite so in Carro's eyes. So, pouting, the man would stand straight before turning his back at Iroh.
"W-Well, fine! I didn't need such a depressed person in our seats after all!"
"Who are you calling depressing?!"
A loud voice would suddenly boom in front of Carro as a bunch of muscly men with large bags on their backs. Their leader towered easily over Carro, his long green hair flowing in the wind and beaming thanks to the light of the sun in the cloudless sky. The only thing he seemed to wore were purple shorts and boxing gloves, and, for some reason Iroh could not understand as he stopped and inspected what was happening, Carro's face had now lost all of its color, his mouth wide open. Seeing as he had now been walking for some time away from Carro, he could not properly hear Carro's words, but he sure as hell could understand whatever the green-haired man spat, given how loud he was.
"ARE YOU TELLING ME I'M DEPRESSING, YOU LITTLE WEAKLING?! ME?! THE GREAT BOXING CHAMPION, COOOOOOOLIIIII?!?!"
It was not really hard to tell whatever would happen next now that this brute of a man thought that he had been insulted by someone with such a mere Power Level such as Carro. For a moment, Iroh would simply stand there, staring at what was happening without really feeling good or bad about it, then started walking. However, he had turned directions. This time, he was not walking away from Carro, but towards him. He did not know exactly why he was walking towards the upcoming mess of a situation that was going to appear soon, but he was aware that whatever was happening was wrong and that Carro does not deserve being beaten by such a large person. Not even taking out the Scouter from his pocket, Iroh would reach the encounter with his same bored expression, getting in front of the businessman, then stared at "Coli" nonchalantly. Of course, this did not please the champion who, frowning, clenched his teeth.
"Now... Who the hell are you? Are you that guy's friend?"
"What's your Power Level?"
Iroh asked with his same bored-sounding voice, his eyes staring into Coli's. The brute titled his head, confused as to what the young man wanted to ask me.
"The hell is that supposed to be? Power Level? Heh, if I ever had a Power Level, I'd surely be in the freaking hundreds!"
"Hm, I see..."
That sure did not sound that impressing. As far as Iroh knew, a Power Level in the hundreds isn't really that strong. It is an impressive feat for a species whose society is not inclined towards Ki mastery, but not for a Ferrosian. The young man probably wasn't in the thousands, but what he knew was that the idiot that stood in front of him probably didn't even break a single hundred. Without Ki, that man is nothing, and one thing he could tell was that he could not sense any Ki from Coli, nor everybody around him at the current time. In other words...
Before Coli could react, Iroh suddenly boosted forward and smashed one fist into the brute's stomach. It had been so fast that Coli was unable to correctly intercept it and thus was left stunned, his eyes wide with pain. He could already feel blood slowly rushing forward to reach the insides of his mouth as he fell on his knees, unable to breath. Instantly, his arrogance left him, instead replaced with pure and utter fear for the young man that was in front of him. With his arm shaking, he slowly put his hands on his stomach before he stood up and staggered back, his friends quickly coming to his side with panic in their eyes.
"You... You're not normal... You... Ugh-"
Coli's head then dropped down, leaving him unconscious. Instantly, his friends came to help him, but no one dared to even challenge Iroh to a fight after what just happened. Even Carro, the businessman, was now simply left shocked, unable to comment on the whole situation. As quickly as they appeared, the muscly men quickly left running for their lives while Iroh, him, grew back to his normal bored self.
"Ah, oh well... I had expected a little bit more from him. I was going badass and all too. Such a shame."
He turned his head towards Carro, then stared at him for a moment in silence. Carro simply shook in front of him, his eyes comically wide along with his mouth, which was of course wide open. So opened, in fact, that it felt as though he was ripped straight out of a comic book. Eventually, though, the young man would open his mouth once more, telling the man:
"Like I said... If you ever find people that are able to use Ki, I'll be there in your tournament. Welp... Have a nice day, man."
Iroh then started walking once more down the road, Carro simply staring at the young man as he left the area, his eyes wide. As he would leave Carro behind, the Ferrosian would stare at the sky in silence, then pull out his notebook from his pocket before opening it. There, on the empty pages he left, he would start writing.
"Dear diary... Today, I have met a nice man of Earth who wanted to invite me to a "boxing" tournament... Maybe, one day, I'll see what it is all about... but, until then, I will wait patiently and continue my travels across these unknown lands my parents tried to hide me away from... for I doubt there is not a single being on this planet that can use Ki."
As he walked along the roads of the Eastern Lands of Earth, Iroh currently looked down towards what appeared to be some sort of notebook. He was holding a small pencil in his hand, yellow in color and probably the cheapest one could find, albeit the simplest to understand. The pencil didn't have any detailed drawings on its wooden structure nor did it had interchangeable colors like most pens usually have nowadays. Its eraser head had also been completely destroyed a long time ago, a result of the young man's constant disappointment in writing whatever he wanted to note on paper. The notebook itself was clearly old, but it seemed surprisingly untouched by time, possessing clear-white paper to write on and a black cover. On the cover is written words that even Iroh has now forgotten. Nowadays, such symbols are now nothing more than a language that his parents have decided to shelter him from: the tongue of the Ferrosian, of Planet Ingot. The only thing he can truly use is the language of Earth that he has learned from the Humans around his home. Compared to the language he learned at birth, this language was, at the least, much more simple to write and understand.
It had now been a small while since he had left his home. In fact, he couldn't exactly recall how long it has been, but he could tell it had been... less than a week. He had not expected the land on this planet to be this big, let alone so populated in places. He had decided, first of all, that he'd travel around the Eastern Lands to see if there were anything interesting he could potentially put his interest on. Farms and rural communities aside, however, there was not much else to say about this place. Though the forests were beautiful and a place that was quiet enough to allow substantial amounts of time for his meditation, there was no need to do so all day long. As he wrote in his notebook, he considered them to be "too green and too annoying", in reference to the various animals that inhabited these green areas. The last time he tried to have a tranquil meditation session in such forests, he was attacked by a bear. The creature died after only one single punch, but it was enough for Iroh to conclude that not only was this place too annoying, but also not exciting enough to even satiate his strength.
On such a peaceful planet, it was pretty hard to get a proper objective in life, especially when you come from a distant planet and are much stronger than the vast majority of the people around here. He may look like a Human, but he still has not met one strong enough to give him a proper challenge in battle. Even his parents, too used to rural activities, lost their past strength and became nothing more than disappointing remnants of the past. The only reason why Iroh did not follow them in such a weak path was because he continued training on his own not too close to their home, still trying to master his Ki usage, unbeknownst to his parents' sake. They wanted him to become some sort of farmer or someone that worked in a office, but Iroh definitely could not see himself become any of these. It was too normal, to conformed to Human society... He needed something more.
And so, that is why he left them. He wanted to find a purpose in life. He didn't want to become necessarily stronger in battle, but if that is what he needed to have to become what he could be in the future, then so be it.
Stuck in his thoughts, the young man was suddenly taken out of his numbness as he noticed that he had just been staring at his notebook in complete silence for some time now. Blinking, he stared at the still-empty paper in front of his eyes, then let out a sigh before shaking his head and closing the notebook.
Why am I still bothering myself in loading those papers with words...? A diary... My mother must have been wrong again: I do not see the utility in having this thing... Not even a glimpse of what it could do for me...
He stared at the notebook a little bit more with those empty and tired eyes of his, feeling let down by the diary's uselessness... and yet, it took him some time before finally complying to his senses and putting it and the pen away in the right pocket of his jacket. Thankfully, it was just small enough to get in there without too much trouble. Sighing once more, he decided to simply look up towards the road ahead, planning on continuing to walk towards whatever destination destiny was going to give to him. However, he stopped at that very moment, his emotions not changing in the slightest despite what was happening in front of him.
Up in front of him was an odd-looking person. He wore a simple office suit, had short purple hair, and his smile seemed like it was plastered to his face, unable to seem honest or even contain the strange malice that was held behind it. In his hands were what seemed to be a bunch of pamphlets, multiple collection of plastic-made pages that harboured many kinds of information that people would usually consider as useful to know about or to learn. Iroh never really read any of these given the fact that he never really went in any big cities, having instead stood with his parents in their house without much technology. The only thing he could tell, from afar, was that the most of them were coloured blue and that the man that held them in his hands had strange clothes, the kind Iroh's father would sometimes wear from time to time before leaving the house.
For a moment, the young man simply stared at the suited one with disinterest, his eyes simply acknowledging the fact that he was there, but, eventually, he grew tired of standing and simply started walking once more, trying to go past whoever this could be. However, before he could do so, the smiling man put himself in front of him. Before he could say anything, the suited man spoke:
"Why hello, young man! You seem to be quite down. Are you in need of something that could perhaps give you a purpose in life?"
A purpose? Iroh's eyes suddenly brightened. Quickly, they turned towards the man and stood at him, interested. What could this mean possibly mean with a phrase that was so catchy to him? How could he have possibly ever known his dilemma?
"I... I do."
"Fantastic, fantastic! My name is Carro! I am a representative of the FWB. It is very nice to meet you!"
The man put his hand forward, seemingly to shake Iroh's. Cautiously, the young man stared at it in surprise. He was aware of what this gesture was, but he never really used it at all with his parents. So, slowly, he put his hand forward and grabbed Carro's. Of course, aware of his strength, he did not exaggerate and simply held it firmly without crushing the poor Human's bones.
"Nice to meet you...?"
He would let out, a bit confused by what this "FWB" could possibly be. He never really heard of it before, but it did seem pretty interesting. Immediately, Carro would smile brightly and shake Iroh's hand enthusiastically before giving the young man one of the pamphlets he had. From up close, Iroh could finally see what it was and... well... he went from excitement to what the man could have possibly offered him to complete disappointment. Apparently, "FWB" meant "Fantastic World Boxing". Though he was unaware of what boxing was, he quickly realized, after looking at the pictures in the pamphlet, that it was about two people punching each other with red gloves. It also had schedules for upcoming tournaments... and, truth be told...
...there was just absolutely no way he would lose any fights against the people that they presented here.
So, disappointed, the young man slowly took something else that was in his pockets, then put it on his face. Carro, surprised by the gadget, blinked in surprise as Iroh stared at him with the thing. Unsurprisingly, the device immediately notified Iroh that he only had a mere Power Level of 1. This man was just using words to try and bring him into something that would normally be quite hard for a single Human. For Iroh, that was a pretty pathetic thing to do, even if he and almost everybody on this planet were not apart of the same species. Sighing, the man took the Scouter off his face, then put it back in his pockets before shaking his head and replying to the man's offer:
"I'm sorry, Carro, but I'm not interested. I, uh, don't want to sound arrogant, but I don't think any of them would be a good match for me. Can any of them use Ki?"
"Ki...?"
"... I see. Well, if your participants are ever able to use Ki, feel free to find me and sign me up to whatever this is. I'll be there, no worries."
"I, uh... Alright..."
Deadpanning, the previously-smiling Carro now looked depressed and discouraged. He had no intentions to actually try to bring Iroh in the world of boxing: all he wanted was to sell him a ticket. However, even that seemed far-fetched now that the young man was walking away from him. Though Iroh didn't want to sound arrogant, he sure seemed quite so in Carro's eyes. So, pouting, the man would stand straight before turning his back at Iroh.
"W-Well, fine! I didn't need such a depressed person in our seats after all!"
"Who are you calling depressing?!"
A loud voice would suddenly boom in front of Carro as a bunch of muscly men with large bags on their backs. Their leader towered easily over Carro, his long green hair flowing in the wind and beaming thanks to the light of the sun in the cloudless sky. The only thing he seemed to wore were purple shorts and boxing gloves, and, for some reason Iroh could not understand as he stopped and inspected what was happening, Carro's face had now lost all of its color, his mouth wide open. Seeing as he had now been walking for some time away from Carro, he could not properly hear Carro's words, but he sure as hell could understand whatever the green-haired man spat, given how loud he was.
"ARE YOU TELLING ME I'M DEPRESSING, YOU LITTLE WEAKLING?! ME?! THE GREAT BOXING CHAMPION, COOOOOOOLIIIII?!?!"
It was not really hard to tell whatever would happen next now that this brute of a man thought that he had been insulted by someone with such a mere Power Level such as Carro. For a moment, Iroh would simply stand there, staring at what was happening without really feeling good or bad about it, then started walking. However, he had turned directions. This time, he was not walking away from Carro, but towards him. He did not know exactly why he was walking towards the upcoming mess of a situation that was going to appear soon, but he was aware that whatever was happening was wrong and that Carro does not deserve being beaten by such a large person. Not even taking out the Scouter from his pocket, Iroh would reach the encounter with his same bored expression, getting in front of the businessman, then stared at "Coli" nonchalantly. Of course, this did not please the champion who, frowning, clenched his teeth.
"Now... Who the hell are you? Are you that guy's friend?"
"What's your Power Level?"
Iroh asked with his same bored-sounding voice, his eyes staring into Coli's. The brute titled his head, confused as to what the young man wanted to ask me.
"The hell is that supposed to be? Power Level? Heh, if I ever had a Power Level, I'd surely be in the freaking hundreds!"
"Hm, I see..."
That sure did not sound that impressing. As far as Iroh knew, a Power Level in the hundreds isn't really that strong. It is an impressive feat for a species whose society is not inclined towards Ki mastery, but not for a Ferrosian. The young man probably wasn't in the thousands, but what he knew was that the idiot that stood in front of him probably didn't even break a single hundred. Without Ki, that man is nothing, and one thing he could tell was that he could not sense any Ki from Coli, nor everybody around him at the current time. In other words...
"... then, you're just a joke."
Before Coli could react, Iroh suddenly boosted forward and smashed one fist into the brute's stomach. It had been so fast that Coli was unable to correctly intercept it and thus was left stunned, his eyes wide with pain. He could already feel blood slowly rushing forward to reach the insides of his mouth as he fell on his knees, unable to breath. Instantly, his arrogance left him, instead replaced with pure and utter fear for the young man that was in front of him. With his arm shaking, he slowly put his hands on his stomach before he stood up and staggered back, his friends quickly coming to his side with panic in their eyes.
"You... You're not normal... You... Ugh-"
Coli's head then dropped down, leaving him unconscious. Instantly, his friends came to help him, but no one dared to even challenge Iroh to a fight after what just happened. Even Carro, the businessman, was now simply left shocked, unable to comment on the whole situation. As quickly as they appeared, the muscly men quickly left running for their lives while Iroh, him, grew back to his normal bored self.
"Ah, oh well... I had expected a little bit more from him. I was going badass and all too. Such a shame."
He turned his head towards Carro, then stared at him for a moment in silence. Carro simply shook in front of him, his eyes comically wide along with his mouth, which was of course wide open. So opened, in fact, that it felt as though he was ripped straight out of a comic book. Eventually, though, the young man would open his mouth once more, telling the man:
"Like I said... If you ever find people that are able to use Ki, I'll be there in your tournament. Welp... Have a nice day, man."
Iroh then started walking once more down the road, Carro simply staring at the young man as he left the area, his eyes wide. As he would leave Carro behind, the Ferrosian would stare at the sky in silence, then pull out his notebook from his pocket before opening it. There, on the empty pages he left, he would start writing.
"Dear diary... Today, I have met a nice man of Earth who wanted to invite me to a "boxing" tournament... Maybe, one day, I'll see what it is all about... but, until then, I will wait patiently and continue my travels across these unknown lands my parents tried to hide me away from... for I doubt there is not a single being on this planet that can use Ki."
[To Be Continued]