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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jun 22, 2017 22:22:12 GMT
Ninjin was standing in the middle of the area where the Turtle School on the nearby island to her house used to be. Yet now it was empty and there was not a soul to be found on the grounds anymore. Not a single person that she recognized was left as everyone had left with the rather quick succession of the Turtle Hermit position rolling over. Walking among the place she had once trained young students she would stop at certain points. Allowing the memories to come flowing back to her from just a few years earlier, from before her children were born. Standing in front of a collection of wooden totems that she had used for striking practice she remembered the young students.
A few of the younger students would be standing there smiling at the former Hermit. She would kneel down and lift the young girls arms up and angle them so that she was correctly hitting the wooden pillar. After a few strikes she would help her once more begin striking the padded section of the pole.
Ninjin ran her hand along the padded section of the wooden pole once more. The memories flooding into her mind made her close her eyes. Pulling her hand away from it she would slowly continue walking along the vacant corridors. All the memories of the past stuck into her mind.
Walking through these halls with her students. Zexama bouncing around behind her and Daiki standing at her side at first. The two of them personally being taught by her would shift inside of her mind. After a few moments the figures around her would shift and she would feel the figures of Articho and Glaciar. The arcosian and saiyan friends sparring and fighting against her would continue until the day she was off in the forest and sparred against the man who would become her husband.
Rubbing the corner of her eyes removing the tears that had begun to stick to the corners of her eyes. All of the emotions stuck to her intensely as she made her way to the open air training area in the center of the old school. Moving she would stop in the center of the large training arena that was at one time the place she trained everyone. Raising her gaze up she looked into the azure sky and she took in a deep breath as she would take a few moments to collect her mind. As she collected herself she would not be restraining herself anymore other than with the weights that hung on her body restricting her in the slightest.
"I wonder if anyone ever does come by here... As Arti has begun his little training off inside of his corner of the world and is not returning here. I need to think on what I can do to try and help him out as much as I possibly can..."
As she spoke to herself she would close her eyes once more. This time however she would spend a moment to make certain her mind was clear as she would move to grab a wooden pole. Setting it up she would begin to swing her fists and kicks directly at it multiple times in rapid succession. She was going to retrain herself from the very foundation of her training and if anyone arrived she would spar with them.
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Post by Nabel on Jun 26, 2017 19:38:11 GMT
Heavy Weights equipped | Makyo Star active | PL: 40,057 | Makyo Star PL: 320,456 | Weighted PL: 80,114
Nabel had let the last fifteen minutes zoom past him while in a constant state of motion, flying loop-de-loops around the island, as his eyes darted to and fro the scene. He had usually come to the the Southern Isles to mourn, to look at everything he'd lost up to that point, and just wallow around miserably in the wastes that spat him out into his world. (This archipelago was responsible for his suffering, if anyone thing could claim to be the source of all of his problems, at least.) But today was different.
Now Nabel was marching to the beat of his own percussion section, gathering as much knowledge and info as he could. It had taken him awhile to realize it, but he'd spent the last two years grieving for his fallen master, and doing what he could to reclaim his legacy. He had been reactive, and even then he had failed to accomplish his goals. Now, however, it would all change for the better. The Demon had found a different path, and though it still honored the man he had looked up to, it was one that would follow for himself as well.
Despite living a life that could be misconstrued as a dramedy in the making, he was finally willing to let go of the sinkhole that lay behind him, and follow his own dream. But to do that, he needed the advice of the Turtle Hermit. Really, any trained Martial Artist would have done, but he fancied starting this new journey around the isles. Perhaps that was the boy's way of finally forgiving the region, and himself by extension. Or perhaps he just hadn't thought his plan through.
Either way, the boy rejoiced upon feeling a strong power level pop up on the nearly deserted island. He rushed towards the ground with a satisfying smack, miraculously not leaving a mark upon his arrival. This would have been an impressive entrance, if the lad hadn't landed flat on his face, groaning in pain as he picked himself up. If it left a mark or not wouldn't be obvious, at least, considering his already ghastly appearance.
"Please ignore that." He mumbled doozily, as he looked up at whoever was there to greet him. Nabel paused for a moment, watching the woman perform her forms, before flashing her a smile. The expression might have been sweet if it came from literally any other being, but the boy's literally stitched lips didn't do much to aid his case. Dark mucus leaked down the sides of his cheeks, as his rotten skin twitched and twisted, his visible veins seemingly purring with every move. It wasn't a very pleasant sight to behold, but the boy seemed affable enough as he spoke.
In contrast to the rest of his appearance, the demon's voice was enthusiastically childlike. Which might have made sense, considering his minuscule height. "Hey there!" Nabel called out with a wave, the stump of his missing arm pulsed around grossly, its infected tissues irritated by the salty sea air. Not that the boy seemed to mind this development. "Is this where the Turtle Hermit lives?" He asked, looking up at the woman with a single hopeful eye. The other one seemed to be sewn tight, similar to the sides of his mouth.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jun 27, 2017 13:38:47 GMT
Ninjin would lift her head up and glance around as she felt a power level slowly coming toward the old abandoned dojo. Slipping back into her stance she would continue to hit the pillar of wood and padding as the enrgy would get closer bit by bit. When it moved closer out of the corner of her eye she would notice the person land with an audible thud upon the ground. She would be able to restrain herself and not burst out laughing at the persons’ mishap. The appearance of the person who had appeared was something that most would consider ghastly.
Yet after everything Ninjin had been through and had heard from Mimikku about the other world she would not bat much of an eye. When she heard the voice she would wave her hand as it would not really be bothering her in comparison. Despite that she did feel a little unease within her gut at the sight of the mucus leaking down along his cheeks. Noticing the wave she would continue until she had finished the last set of the forms she was doing. Stopping she would hear the last of his words as she would finish up.
Raising a hand up to her brow she would wipe off her forehead as she turned herself and looked toward the person directly. “The current Hermit does not live here… He lives off inside of the sea to the south of us. He personally keeps himself restrained and makes it hard to find him. Something of a test for newer initiates.”
Rubbing off some of the sweat she would allow the words to stick into the new arrivals mind. She would move toward him and flop herself down on one of the nearby benches. Lifting her head she took the moment to continue to speak. “Yet you are still within the presence of a Turtle Hermit. A former one but a Hermit nonetheless. I am Ninjin Nedrag, teacher of the current Turtle Hermit and the former Hermit. It is a pleasure to meet someone who is eager to learn. Even if it is someone just looking for Articho.”
As she spoke Ninjin would rub her head once more. She was awaiting the response from Nabel.
{Medium Weights are worn. Pl is set at 10,000 using Ki Setting. )
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Post by Nabel on Jun 27, 2017 14:14:38 GMT
Nabel still smiled cheerily at the woman, even if he hadn't found the exact person that he was looking for, the demon didn't seem to mind much. In his (admittedly troubled) mind, anyone skilled and strong enough to have called themselves the Turtle Hermit once in their lifetime was worthy of the prestige and admiration that came with the title. It was lesson that he'd learned from his own teacher long ago, before the man had passed away, back when Charles was still able to impart his philosophies onto the boy.
There was no disgrace in the reversal of roles. Like the passage of time itself, the promotion of students into positions of authority was a completely natural and normal tradition in the proud history of martial arts. For both the new Master and the former one, the passing of the torchw was supposed to be an event that one could always take complete pride in. The cycle would continue till the end of time itself, the players and pieces merely being shifted out and rotated with each generation. The King is dead. Long live the King.
The boy was sure of (at least) that much as he bowed in reverence, keeping still for several moments, as he let his eyes stay locked with the ground. Despite never having been a student of hers, Nabel would make sure that he would treat the woman with utmost respect, just as he would've with his own teacher. "Hi-ya! It's great to meet you Master Ninjin Nedrag." He spoke cheerily, as he stood up straight, finally looking the Hybrid in the eyes.
With his old tutor's eccentric nature, Nabel's take on respectful speech was a little stilted, but it was no less sincere. He even made sure to call the woman by her appropriate title. After all, once a Master, always a Master. "I'm Nabel! Well, sometimes I'm also Jerry. But that's not important." He giggled nervously, not wanting to open that can of worms as he scrolled along. "I'm a fighter too, and it's more than alright! You're still a Turtle Hermit. Not just anyone could've held that position." The boy shuffled a little awkwardly as he continued to stand in place, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
Finally, he bounced a little, as he pulled out a water-logged notebook from the insides of his cloak "I was hoping to gain some wisdom from a Martial Artist of your caliber." He flipped it open with a flick of his only wrist, staring down at the blank pages intently. "Will you hear me out, Master Nedrag?" He asked in his closest facsimile of a formal tone, flashing her his pulsating puppy dog eye. It was more gut-wrenching than it was cute, given his obvious physical deforites but the intent behind the gesture was no mystery. At the very least, Nabel seemed to carry no hidden motives beyond the pursuit of knowledge.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jun 27, 2017 19:35:19 GMT
Ninjin would move her hand and wave at him. Dismissing the proper bow that she had received from Nabel. For her she was not really all that formal all that much. It was something coming from her past when she continued to just do what she could. Bringing her hand around she would rest it onto her thigh as she smiled at the demon with a rather gentle aura about her. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Nabel. It is unusual that I meet someone that look like one such as you. And please just call me Ninjin as I am no longer the Hermit.”
As she spoke Ninjin would finish wiping her brow and toss aside the small cloth from her pocket. As he spoke about being a fighter a smile would crack across her face wide. The saiyan blood within her obviously perking at that admission from Nabel. “You say that you are a fighter? That is interesting as I always like to try and help others become better than they are. Can I ask just where it is that you have trained in the past?”
Stretching out she would slowly stand up from the bench and she would look toward the pillar of wood that she had been hitting a few moments earlier. “I will gladly hear you out Nabel. Do this for me before hand. I want to see a little of what it is that you already know. To learn in such a manner is one way that I have learned on how to judge a fighter. Other than trading blows with someone else that is…”
Inhaling and then exhaling a breath as she stood up slowly. She would stand and walk slowly to the pole and stand beside it a goofy grin on her face as she waited to see what he would do.
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Post by Nabel on Jun 28, 2017 5:36:32 GMT
Nabel tilted his head slightly at first, fatty blood seeping through his gums and down his neck, not that he noticed. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the woman's first few statements. On one hand, she seemed cordial and polite, conversing rather casually with a being as deformed as himself without batting an eye. She had even bucked off formalities, which was a bit of a surprise, given the ilk that he faced. But on the other, she was quick to note the boy's inhuman appearance. And while the demon didn't fault her for that, as it was hard to blame anyone keen enough to make the observation, it did leave the lad feeling rather awkward.
It wasn't easy explaining to people that demons weren't supposed to look the way he did, many were quite aesthetically pleasing in fact. Nabel just happened to be at outlier, and even then, there was a time when he wasn't quite so grotesque. And had he not been disfigured, he might have avoided training altogether. So the young man pursed his lips, refraining from commenting on that, and nodded in response. (His odd anatomy seemed to twist his smile into a cat's mouth, tiny fangs and all.)
"My first teacher was based in South City, Kami bless his soul." He trailed off, fondly remembering Charles as he nodded. "But since then, I've been training all around the world." He managed a grin, some semblance of cheeriness returning to his voice. Before long, he seemed to be back to his normal hyperactive self, as evidenced by his enthusiastic bopping around.
"I've even won a tournament once!" His statement wasn't as boastful as much as it was self-assured. It was quite obvious that the Demon was proud of this achievement. (Even if it had been earned through sheer luck, he still viewed it as a win.) Still, his happiness momentarily gave way for disappointment, as he pouted.
"Though the host did end up cheating me out of the grand prize." Nabel sighed, but quickly returned to his less moody state. He didn't seem to mind the loss too much. "I don't mind it though!" He reassured the woman with a giggle, as he walked over to the pole.
This part was much easier to deal with, requiring less of a mental jog through uncharted territory. His goal was pretty straight-forward, hit the pole with all he had. And with the power of the Makyo Star beaming down his back, he had a lot of strength to spare. The Demon couldn't wait to show all of it off.
"Can do Ninjin!" Nabel beamed at the woman, before exhaling deeply. Despite the obvious elation in his bouncy stance, he was now battle-ready. Starting off with a hard head-butt against the wood, Nabel launched a quick flurry of kicks, each strike flowing smoothly into the next. Though his attacks seemed a little erratic and unorthodox, courtesy of his informal background in martial arts, as well as his diminutive form, there was a refinement in his movements that only countless hours of training could have caused.
When the boy was finally contented with his own display, he chained his final kick into an extremely sudden spinning back fist. Purple-tinged energy coursed through his arm, as the back of his hand landed on the pole with a resounding thud. If the woman was familiar with such a technique, she might have noticed that the demon's final attack was meant to disrupt an opponent's ki. It was a technique that the boy had been developing for quite some time, and he was glad to have gotten a test run out in the wild.
"How was that?" Nabel took in a sharp breath, before facing Ninjin with a smile. Hopefully, she would be satisfied by what she saw.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jun 28, 2017 14:03:23 GMT
“South City you say? I think I knew a few people from around there. For my own memories I knew a few that could of possibly been your teacher but then again I knew quite a number while I was the Hermit. If he is gone then I am sorry to hear that. Any person that wishes to help and train others is a good person at heart as that takes a lot of patience to do.” As Ninjin would speak she would bow her head and clasp her hands together inside of a momentary prayer to the Kami for the departed Master of Nabel. Listening to him continue on about how he continued to train around the world brought a smile to her face. It was a lot like her own story when she was wandering around the world after she was kicked out of the Turtle School the first time.
Watching him move about was entertaining as she did not know that this was his usual self. Listening to him speak about winning a tournament and the pride exuded out from him. This made the smile on Ninjin’s face extend out wider than before. As to her that was something to really be proud of. “That sucks that the guy who created the tournament decided to run away without actually giving you the prize for the tournament. Did you ever find them and take what you rightfully earned? Oh so you don’t mind it. Here I can tell you that I would of went along and probably beaten the heck out of them. Then again I am part Saiyan so that is just in my blood I figure.”
She would shrug as she finished speaking and watched as he jumped up onto the platform and she would move aside giving him plenty of room. Watching his entire routine she would be rather impressed with his fluid movements and impressive finishing blow to the wooden stake. “Well that is impressive. You are practiced and I can see where you have potential… I can see why your master would of trained you without any restraint. That last attack is impressive as I can tell that the signature of it is to disrupt someone is it not?”
Her words would come as her eyes went from narrowed and examining back to a more relaxed look as she moved to stand beside the wooden pillar. Patting the wooden pillar she noticed that it was still quite decent and ready for her to demonstrate once more. “I would like to show to you what it is that I have been working on myself. If you wish to see it that is?”
Ninjin would wait to hear him speak his response before she would begin a routine herself. Her movements would be close to the movements of Nabel except toward the end of the routine she would begin to show off the Wolf style modifications of her Turtle training. With the final blow she would flip back away from the pillar and a collection of ki would gather around her outstretched fingers and she would rake them in front of her in a diagonal slash. Ki would jump from her fingertips and slice into the pillar causing it to splinter and fall apart as the ki vanished.
“And that is something that I have learned to do… Personally created and trained myself in its use.”
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Post by Nabel on Jun 28, 2017 18:42:15 GMT
Um, yes, help and train." Nabel gulped a little guiltily, as the woman paid respects towards his fallen master, even offering up a silent prayer in his honor. While he didn't necessarily disagree with the woman's assessment of the deceased warrior, he knew that there were many points to the contrary. Perhaps it would be best not to mention any of Charles' illicit activities and dealings, especially since there was a good chance that Ninjin had been acquainted with the man. And as much as it pained Nabel to say, there were many fine and acceptable reasons why most of his master's associates didn't show up at the funeral.
"There's nothing to be sorry for." The demon flashed a slightly awkward smile back. "Thank you for honoring my master." He nodded, as he let that section of the interaction drift away unanswered. With that, he listened in to what else the woman had to say, his expression growing more and more natural as Ninjin went on. It became obvious to the boy that they were gelling quite well together, and for that, he couldn't be more glad. It would be hard interviewing the former Turtle Hermit later if she ended up hating his guts.
Thankfully, their shared passion for the martial arts seemed to carry their conversation pretty well. And Nabel's cheerful expression only brightened as the Hybrid recognized the intent of his final attack. Even some experienced fighters wouldn't have been able to analyze that technique is such short a time frame. The Demon was impressed by the former teacher's mastery of ki.
"Yup! You got it bang on." He giggled, as he raised his non-existent brows. "You're the real deal, huh?" He slipped the rhetorical question through with a chuckle, as he waited by the sidelines, watching as Ninjin inspected the pillar. Once she stated her intentions, the young man nodded his head animatedly, more and more energy leaking out of his aura with every motion.
He was obviously anticipating the demonstration that was to come, and though the wretchedness of his life essence seeped through the cracks as well, the boy's genuine excitement painted an almost innocent image. And that enthusiasm only expanded, as he watched the Turtle Hermit whale at the pole with a bevy of attacks, ending off the flurry with a ki-infused strike of her own. The style was decidedly different from the one that that other Turtle Fighter had displayed.
"That was awesome!" Nabel exclaimed gleefully, tapping his hand against the stump of his lost arm, in an attempt to clap. With that, he bounced towards the woman. "That's what I wanted to ask you about." He looked her straight in the eyes, a determined look on his face. "I wanna keep building on my own style too-" He raised his arm. "So I can start my own school one day. But where should someone like me even start?" Sorry for the not-great reply ;;;
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jun 29, 2017 16:42:39 GMT
“Thank you for the compliment Nabel. I have been working on that technique and others close to variants to the more traditional Turtle School techniques for a number of years now. Only recently have I gotten the ability to actually start modifying things. This was but a simple one that I thought of. Pretty much figured that since I could easily focus my ki around my hand wherever I wanted it. Why not just focus it upon the tips of my fingers and when I slash across the air why not release that held energy and blammo there we go with this technique. I have a few others that I developed before I became the Hermit but those are something I have been trying to refine and make better over time. Hopefully they will be ready to show someday, but today is not that day.” Ninjin would speak an obvious amount of pride in her voice involving all of the things she has done andaccomplished across her life. Yet Nabel’s words resonated within Ninjin. How would one go about building their own fighting style. For Ninjin it was simple. She would take what she learned and combine everything she has learned into a singular universal style. Yet that was not the answer that someone like Nabel would be looking for.
“Well if I was in your shoes I would just continue doing whatever it was you were doing. Slowly increase your strength and your repertoire of attacks. Enter tournaments and attempt to win them. Which to me would mean standing up even against the strongest opponent that you could possible face, and making friends out of close allies as you go along. As those things have worked for me and I know a few of the stronger people I have ever seen around the planet because of my own rather inept state compared to them.” Her words were a rather blunt and obvious attempt to psych up the demon. As she knew full well creating your own school and then getting it to be successful were two very large and distinctly different things. For Ninjin’s own efforts the Turtle School was very relevant and had people clamoring to join when she was in charge. Now it seemed that it alongside the Crane School had both hit some hard times.
Reaching up she rubbed the side of her head as she began to think a little. “That backhand that you have been working on. That could be a rather great technique to try and build a school around. I mean it disrupts someone if they are trying to gather their ki correct? If that is the case then it could be quite powerful in its own right. I personally would want to learn a technique like that. Though you would have to think of a name for it and then I would say begin to gather up Zeni and a positive image then one day announce that you have created the school once you have found a suitable place for a dojo and any other facilities that you think that people would need to train alongside you.”
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Post by Nabel on Jun 30, 2017 5:27:26 GMT
Nabel nodded rapidly, his heart and mind swirling with positive emotions, as he was swept up by the woman's exuberant retelling of her achievements. Not only was Ninjin a skilled fighter in her own right, but she showed a willingness to explore and experiment that was often very hard to find in traditional schools. It had been a long time since the boy had met martial artist as capable and dependable as Ninjin appeared to be (what with his long absence from the fighting circuits, and the temporary amount of time spent as a pencil-pusher).
Her comments on the decline of the Turtle and Crane Schools made much sense to the demon. The lad held no doubt in his mind that the woman's words were true. Nabel could see why the removal of such a young and enthusiastic teacher could have shaken both schools' reputations. Those two academies in particular were inexorably linked in the annals of the martial arts, their reputations tied to one another in such a way that if one were to fall, the other would follow soon after.
Still, their unfortunate situation gave the boy's burgeoning idea a chance to rise and earn a spot among them. And the instructions that the former Turtle Hermit had given shortly after her spiel was downright inspiring. The woman's advice was overwhelmingly simple, to the point of bluntness even, but it was the answer that the demon needed to hear. Hard work, monumental dedication, and an unending drive to keep improving and refining one's skills, that would be his path to glory.
And as funny as it was to admit, that thought hadn't crossed his mind, as he brought his hope for the future to the forefront. Now that it was made clear, however, he wouldn't balk at the opportunity that had presented itself. Instead he would pour all of his corrupted soul into achieving his goals, even if it meant facing an out-and-out monster on the field. He had failed so many times before, and had always emerged as a more muted, less lively individual. But now that he had received the blessing of his former subject, and encouragement from a Turtle Hermit, he was going to channel all of that pent-up bitterness into determination.
"I'll keep on keeping on, yeah!" Nabel beamed brightly at the woman, his tone bustling with gleeful energy. The boy knew that he owed this newfound direction to Ninjin, and as such, backed off slightly in order to give her a proper bow. Though his buoyant, bumbling nature prevented him from holding the position for long, as he popped back up with a little hop. He definitely looked like a child in this state, even with all his deformities. With that being done, he continued to speak.
"I won't stop developing that attack then, or of the others that I've cooked up!" He declared, sounding like a toddler making big promises to their parents, ones that they fully intended to keep. Despite the corrupting energy that funneled around him, courtesy of his demonic heritage, the boy's enthusiasm could be seen as charming by some. Though given the amount of sticky fluids that his pores and sores secreted, it could be misconstrued as aggression by others. At the very least, it didn't stink, not without being exposed to violent energy.
"And I'll fight every tournament that I can fight in, even if I can't win in the end." He took a deep breath, as he finally began to tucker out a bit, not that he lacked in joy and passion. With that, he flashed the woman a hopeful look. "Thank you, Mast- Ninjin. I'll follow through on everything you've told me." Nabel promised, as he raised his only hand to give the scout's salute. (He'd often done that under Charles' watch, when on the lookout for cops.)
"Could we maybe- meet again? When I've made more progress on this goal?" He asked hopefully. "I'd feel immensely honored to show you the results of my training!" He mimed a battle stance, before giggling and returning to a more comfortable position. If there was any doubt about his words being a request to spar, then that gesture should have put it down immediately.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jun 30, 2017 18:20:22 GMT
When Nabel bowed toward her Ninjin once more raise dher hand and waved him off. As for her she was not the acting Hermit so that she was not the one who deserved such praise from anyone. She was just another wandering master of the Turtle School. A lot like her husband who was never formally trained except by her in private, but is also a former hermit. Smiling at him at the formal look coming from the demon it was always something that amazed her. To her such a simple thing as that Turtle Hermit title meant a lot too many other people.
Ninjin stood there the smile on her face not going anywhere as she listened to his enthusiastic responses to her simple words from earlier. She had honestly not expected the demon to take such words to heart as he had. It was always such an encouraging thing to see it exude from someone so openly and with such fervent belief. When he raised his hand she returned the salute in a near perfect mimicry to him.
“That is great to hear Nabel. As for us meeting once more I would love to meet you again. I would love to meet you as often as you would like along your path. The only thing is would you like to keep meeting here within this place or should we just meet in random places around the planet?” Her words were crystal clear as the young man had given her a little show and had actually gotten her enthusiastic about the future of the world. Yet within the back of her mind she had a few inkling that needed to be answered and she was about to press Nabel for her own curiosity.
“ To be honest your enthusiasm and everything else has gotten my blood pumping and made my fatigue slip away. I would be more than willing to give you a little more than a simple demonstration if you would want?” As she spoke she would of moved all of the remainder of the wooden pillar from the training ring area. Tossing out the last disk she would look at NAbel as she would begin to slip off the weights on her feet and arms. Tossing them to the side of the ring she let out a sigh of relief as the weight was taken off of her body.
As the weights came off her body her power would spike for a few moments until she pulled it back under control. Taking in a few breaths she would look back at Nabel. “Want to have a friendly sparring match?”
{{Weights removed. Power spiked to maximum for a moment before being reset to 10k with Ki Setting.))
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Post by Nabel on Jul 1, 2017 3:18:21 GMT
"We could meet here again sometime!" Nabel could only smile, as the woman waved off his bowing once more, as he gave a bashful little nod reply. "And I'll be sure to greet you if I ever see ya on the outside world." He giggled giddily, glee at the forefront of his deformed face. Despite his appearance, his voice and gestures seemed to hint at his youth. And the clear admiration he showed for the Turtle Hermit only seemed to reinforce the slight naivety.
The boy was still a little surprised that a fighter as strong and as distinguished as Ninjin Nedrag could be so humble. Sure, she had pride for her work and her achievements, but that pride didn't translate into self-congratulatory arrogance. Many martial artists, most of whom could only dream to accomplish what the Half-Saiyan had done in her lifetime, became cocky and overconfident in their abilities. Heck, when Nabel allowed his darker essence to corrupt his mind in exchange for a boost to his power, he could be the same way.
So it was an honest relief for the lad to meet someone like the former Turtle Master. Someone so unlike the typical cocky kung fu guy mold. Someone who could back up their words with their past achievements. Someone unafraid to return a schoolyard salute to a clearly inferior warrior, and speak kindly and appreciatively while they were at it. That last gesture just melted the boy's heart, as his mind raced towards the memories of his old masters. He missed them so, so much.
Before he could get all touchy-feely however, the woman announced how the boy had affected her as well, and promptly powered up. Nabel felt his pupil (singular, his other eye wasn't going to suddenly regenerate anytime soon) dilate upon feeling the full extent of the woman's power. Had the Makyo Star not been shining brightly in the sky, he wouldn't have been able to reach that, even when borrowing energy from the demon realm. His smile widened into an out-and-out grin, the stitches spread out across his lips straining from the stretch, as he nodded greedily.
"I'd love to have a spar!" He shot back excitedly, taking a massive bunny hop backwards, as the corrupted air around his aura seemed to fade away completely. The back of his mind seemed to have finally fully calmed down since beginning his conversation with the woman. The lad fell into a fighting stance mid-bounce, before landing with a crack, miniature craters forming around his feet. It seemed that he wouldn't have to hold back as long as he had his weights on, even with the tainted cosmic energy pumping through his veins.
Of course, that didn't mean that he would fight in an underhanded matter. This would be an exchange of knowledge and wisdom between two martial artists, two warriors aiming to better themselves and their craft, not a bar brawl between two brutes. And though the demon could (and has) stooped to that level in the past, he was sure that Ninjin was cut from finer cloth, and he would honor her for it. "Ready when you are~" He took a sharp breath. before continuing the cheery expression. Nabel was beyond pumped for this.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jul 3, 2017 15:08:29 GMT
Ninjin would nod and smile at him as Nabel answered her question the way she had anticipated. Yet despite the anticipated response she was excited to see just how far this demon would go inside the next few months to years of his life. As each day they always progressed as she knew all to well because of her own children as they progressed rather quickly inside of their own development.
“Good to know that a spar is inside of our future. Despite how I am… Lets just say that my saiyan side was getting a little irritated with my human self. Always talking and being calm all the time tends to get my blood rolling for a good fight.” Her words would be twinged with excitement as she had a feeling that despite everything this could be a good demonstration as to just what NAbel was capable of. The fact that a crater had formed beneath him as he landed she smiled at that. It meant that he was stronger than he let on. That fact made her blood race just a little bit more than before.
“So lets set up some rules. The platform we are on is the old training ring. Knock your opponent outside the ring to win is one way or knocking them out is another. Flying is prohibited inside of this training. If that is alright with you Nabe?” Her words were calm just like back when she used to do this on a regular basis with her students. For her this was a chance to see just where he was starting from in a better way than just watching him.
{PL is being held at 10,000 with Ki Setting. Will only move if any Trans are used. ).
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Post by Nabel on Jul 3, 2017 16:26:41 GMT
OOC Notes: PL is currently at 80'114, because of the Makyo Star at the time. Mind buffing up to around that level? I got the numbers wrong at first, but edited it on the same day that I first posted. "I'll try to give you a good fight then!" The boy nodded empathetically, as Ninjin spoke of how her Saiyan side felt stifled by how calm everything had been recently. He could relate greatly, given that this was his first fight in a very long time. But he seemed to cheer up significantly upon noticing the more experienced fighter's enthusiasm. Flashing her a smile of his own, the one-armed fighter couldn't help but note how lucky he was to be facing a martial artist of the woman's caliber, even more so once she had continued speaking.
"And it's all alright, I can handle these rules." Nabel nodded upon receiving their duel's ruleset, silently thanking the Makaioshin that he wouldn't be forced to tread unfamiliar ground today. Ever since his aged had regressed, he had trouble keeping track of more complex instructions, both in and out of a fight. So it relieved the boy greatly that they would be following standard tournament protocol. Anything that required more of his (to be greatly divided) attention would have risked a disqualification, and that was no satisfying way to finish any fight, much less a spar meant to probe out one's abilities.
He had never fought against a Turtle Hermit before (not knowingly, at least. Unbeknownst to Nabel, he was already acquainted with the woman's husband), so he wanted to make a strong showing. And thanks to the power of the Makyo Star, he was at the current peak of his abilities. So with deep breath, he let his body soften and relax, before tensing up into a battle stance. A sudden sharp look entered the demon's single eye, as he focused on the task at hand. "Are we good to go?" He asked, just as his purple-tinged ki began blaring wildly around him, dust and sand being kicked up into the air.
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Jul 3, 2017 17:45:19 GMT
Ninjin smiled as he spoek that the rules where to his liking. The normal traditional tournament rules are certainly a good way to learn and train against someone. It was how her and Toma had started off training so this was the way she enjoyed. As his ki kicked up she smiled widely as she would close her own eyes and allow her own ki to begin building up around her feet. With a light swirl the orchid colored aura would begin to appear surrounding the former Turtle Hermit. While doing so there would be streaks of golden energy and she would allow the swirling energy to begin to fully envelop the area around her body.
Her own strength catching up to Nabel’s as her own eyes narrowed as she opened them to look directly at Nabel. Her features narrowing and turning directly into a more serious look and she woul drop herself down into her fighting stance. Taking a moment he would feel her energy swell up and then push once more as her aura would continue building around her. "Let us dance." The moment her power equaled his perfectly she would blink and in an instant she would close the distance.
In a quick combination she would drive a succession of punches in a quick left right combination aimed at Nabel’s chin. If her left hand was blocked she would instantly bring her right hand in from just below the blind spot that Nabel’s eye would create and aim it directly at his chin.
{{She powered up to match you. Not going SSJ so matched power for this sparring match }}
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