Post by Dango on Aug 28, 2017 22:14:08 GMT
Preparing for a Treasure Hunt
Dango was travelling throughout the desert wasteland known as the fortune teller desert. There was said to be some sort of castle present in this desert, but the whereabouts are unknown. Dango had reason to believe that if there was in fact a palace in this desert there was likely to be a large amount of zenni, or valuable objects he could make monetary gain from. This was his first attempt at going out on an expedition of this magnitude; truth was he didn’t really get many chances to be a kid so he needed this break. Rummaging through the cave that he had began to call home unfortunately. His one main goal was to somehow come up with the money to buy himself a house that he could literally call his own. After gathering the supplies he had in the cave he made his way out the door into the blinding sandstorm that the plain was encompassed with. He began to trudge through the environment. The boy would pull the turban across his mouth to prevent himself from ingesting a large quantity of the dry minerals. The sand at his feet billowing around his knees much to the effect of wading through water, except drier.
Bandito’s Strike
Upon his journey he Dango is halted by the sound of motors purring all around him the sounds of the motors were vague making it nearly impossible for him to make it out. That was until he attempted to press forward spotting a large man clad in ragged clothing holding a machine gun to the boys face. ”Hold it right there boy! We will be taking all of the valuables that you have so fork them over.” The boy would then begin to look around him not being able to really make out any other sort of enemy. So, taking after the lessons he had learned from his training he began to attempt to feel out there energies. Slowly expanding his ki to allow it to blanket over the area around him. Counting the man standing in front of him he was only able to locate 6 people. ”So, there is an army of you out there huh?” He would mutter sarcastically knowing the answer. “Yes there is a whole slew of us out there, and every one of us has our guns pointed at you.” The boy would smirk as he shrugged his shoulders; ”well I am going to be completely honest with you buddy there are only six of you, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more to do me in. Beside’s, I have nothing of value to you.” The bandit was angry at the young boy, and began to discharge his firearm at point blank range. As the bullet came out the barrel the boy quickly sidestepped delivering an elbow into the gut of the bandit dropping him to the ground in pain.
Then out of reaction to the assault the remaining five began to discharge their weapons in an attempt to take the warrior down. They were forced to rely on their sense of sight, but Dango wasn’t restricted by this. By being able to sense their whereabout he could could know how to eliminate the threat. The boy quickly bobbed and weaved his way through their barrage of bullets, and picked them off one after another. He would then stand before the leader of the group with a smile on his face. ”Don’t judge someone by their appearance; smaller doesn’t always mean weaker, make that an example to all of you.” He would selflessly mutter as he continued onward in the unknowing direction that he felt the palace was to be located.
The Journey Begins to take its Toll
After walking for what seemed like hours, but more accurately was days he was beginning to lose hope of finding the lost palace. His stomach was growling out with pains from hunger, and his mouth was getting dry almost to the point that it felt like cotton. The warrior was in a bad spot, and has no way to go back from his lack of not being able to fly. ”Why didn’t I ask master to teach me how to fly; I am going to die out here.” His voice was now becoming lighter because of the dryness of his throat. He was beginning to lose all hope when his eyes caught sight of a large body of water with palm trees growing around them. The boy mustering his strength ran towards the body of water stopping in his tracks. He began to smack himself thinking that it was nothing, but a mirage. The boy then began to smack his face, and would close his eyes wiping them only to see that the water was still there. He was beginning to produce what little salivation he had left due to his early signs of dehydration.
Quickly, Dango buried his face in the water feeling the coolness washing across his face, and inhaling the revitalizing liquid like it was something he had never seen before. After quenching his thirst the boy would raise his head, and would begin to look around his general surroundings. His jaw would drop as he spotted the palace of lore that the people of the west spoke of in legends. Was he finally going to get to look for the riches of the desert? The boy began to make his way into the palace when he was greeted by something he never would’ve imagined a pink ghost wearing a straw hat.
”Hello there stranger, welcome to the fortuneteller of the deserts palace. I suppose you are here to have your future read?” The boy was a little creeped out by the ominous presence standing before him. ”I am here to find the riches I need to build my own house a place for me to call home.” The ghost would then laugh, and would motion for the teen to follow after him to a different area of the large structure. The boy would then begin to follow the ghost until he reached a large metal door. The boy would push the door open, and would walk in, and the door would slam behind him, and the locks of the door could be heard sealing.The ghost would then hover above the warrior, and would release an eerie laugh. “In order to get the answers that you seek you must beat the squad of fighters that we have present here.”
Enter the First Opponent
From the top of a high ceiling a bat would make its way down to the fighting arena that he was standing in. Then with a poof a cloud would cover the bat revealing a real life vampire.
The ghost would then begin to speak; ”Welcome to the arena Fang’s the vampire. You gotta watch out for his deadly bite!” First the young man had ran into a ghost, and now a vampire were all the creatures of legend actually real? He would think to himself as he contemplated his chances of running from the bout. As he examined the room he couldn’t locate any conceivable way of escaping the threat except fighting his way out of it. The bell was rung, and the vampire wasted little to no time charging the warrior. After he was in range of the warrior he began to unload a barrage of jabs at the warrior. To the warrior the jabs were probably one of the slowest that he had ever seen. With a quick sidestep he was out of the way of the fury of punches. The warrior would then draw his fist back for his own assault, and would deliver a power packed punch to the ribs of the undead beast knocking him unconscious. The ghost would fly down to the vampire, and would begin to search for any sign of him being able to continue the fight. Then the greeter would fly back up into the air, and would smile. The challenger was victorious in round one.”[/color]
While all of the chatter of the ghost was going on the young man had to wonder how the vampire wasn’t even able to take one of his hits? Was it because he had actually become pretty strong, and he wasn’t able to withstand the damage of his attack, or was the guy just super weak, and used to gauge the strength of the challengers?
Round 2
”Now here is our next opponent the Bandages the Mummy! His strength is astounding, can you escape his clutches?”
The mummy then charged the boy, and was prepared to deliver a powerful punch to his face causing the boy to drop low, and sweep his feet from under him sending him out of the ring. The boy then stood, and looked at the ghost; ”Is that all he has?” He would mutter, but his speech would be broken by the sense of something evil approaching behind him. He would turn to see the mummy pull himself up with his bandages. The mummy attempted to wrap him in said bandages, but the warrior channeled his ki into his hands creating the infamous coyote claws, and slashes his way out charging the enemy, and slashing him with the claws as well causing him to call unconscious.
Round 3 Begins
The pink ghost would then fly back down, and with a eerie town would mutter; you may have been able to beat our mummy, but can you beat our Demon Spike!” From the top of the arena a large devil looking man in black holding a pitchfork appeared before the warrior.
Dango began to sense his energy, and they were nothing close to anything that he had ever faced before. This whole experience wasn’t providing him any sort of experience whatsoever he was going to take this guy down quickly. As the match was announced to end the boy took off at lightning fast speeds delivering a powerful kick to the head of the demon sending him flying into the stone wall behind him creating a small crater. “If we are going to do this whole tournament thing don’t bring me these weak competitors I want to fight strong opponents bring the strongest now!”
The ghost was in shock as to the tone that the boy had invoked with her, and began to blush; “I am so sorry the warriors aren’t up to your standards this next opponent is really strong, and I believe you may know him follow me to the finals ring.” The ghost made its way out of a second door, and the warrior followed after the ghost hoping that he hadn’t hurt the little guys feelings. He just didn’t want to needlessly hurt people who were weaker than him, he wanted to grow stronger to protect the weak. After journeying for a while they made there way to a much larger ring where the boy gladly walked up into it.
Final Round
”Now Dango prepare yourself to fight our special mystery fighter!”
A robed man made his way to the ring, and bowed before the warrior, and with proper effect Dango followed suit out of respect for the fighter. Dango began to sense the energy of the enemy that was standing before him, and was amazed to feel an energy that was somewhat familiar to him. “Who are you?” He would mutter as he took his signature coyote style stance out of respect to his opponent. The warrior would then return the gesture taking his stance; a stance that he had seen many times before his eyes would begin to well up with tears. ”Papur-sensei; is it you?” The man would grab the cloak ripping it off revealing his identity to be none other than his master with a halo. ”Yes, of course it is me my not so young pupil my how you've grown so strong in a short period of time.” After a few hours of catching up through their old time spars he suffered a joyous defeat, and reunion no matter how short with his lost sensei.
Dango was travelling throughout the desert wasteland known as the fortune teller desert. There was said to be some sort of castle present in this desert, but the whereabouts are unknown. Dango had reason to believe that if there was in fact a palace in this desert there was likely to be a large amount of zenni, or valuable objects he could make monetary gain from. This was his first attempt at going out on an expedition of this magnitude; truth was he didn’t really get many chances to be a kid so he needed this break. Rummaging through the cave that he had began to call home unfortunately. His one main goal was to somehow come up with the money to buy himself a house that he could literally call his own. After gathering the supplies he had in the cave he made his way out the door into the blinding sandstorm that the plain was encompassed with. He began to trudge through the environment. The boy would pull the turban across his mouth to prevent himself from ingesting a large quantity of the dry minerals. The sand at his feet billowing around his knees much to the effect of wading through water, except drier.
Bandito’s Strike
Upon his journey he Dango is halted by the sound of motors purring all around him the sounds of the motors were vague making it nearly impossible for him to make it out. That was until he attempted to press forward spotting a large man clad in ragged clothing holding a machine gun to the boys face. ”Hold it right there boy! We will be taking all of the valuables that you have so fork them over.” The boy would then begin to look around him not being able to really make out any other sort of enemy. So, taking after the lessons he had learned from his training he began to attempt to feel out there energies. Slowly expanding his ki to allow it to blanket over the area around him. Counting the man standing in front of him he was only able to locate 6 people. ”So, there is an army of you out there huh?” He would mutter sarcastically knowing the answer. “Yes there is a whole slew of us out there, and every one of us has our guns pointed at you.” The boy would smirk as he shrugged his shoulders; ”well I am going to be completely honest with you buddy there are only six of you, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more to do me in. Beside’s, I have nothing of value to you.” The bandit was angry at the young boy, and began to discharge his firearm at point blank range. As the bullet came out the barrel the boy quickly sidestepped delivering an elbow into the gut of the bandit dropping him to the ground in pain.
Then out of reaction to the assault the remaining five began to discharge their weapons in an attempt to take the warrior down. They were forced to rely on their sense of sight, but Dango wasn’t restricted by this. By being able to sense their whereabout he could could know how to eliminate the threat. The boy quickly bobbed and weaved his way through their barrage of bullets, and picked them off one after another. He would then stand before the leader of the group with a smile on his face. ”Don’t judge someone by their appearance; smaller doesn’t always mean weaker, make that an example to all of you.” He would selflessly mutter as he continued onward in the unknowing direction that he felt the palace was to be located.
The Journey Begins to take its Toll
After walking for what seemed like hours, but more accurately was days he was beginning to lose hope of finding the lost palace. His stomach was growling out with pains from hunger, and his mouth was getting dry almost to the point that it felt like cotton. The warrior was in a bad spot, and has no way to go back from his lack of not being able to fly. ”Why didn’t I ask master to teach me how to fly; I am going to die out here.” His voice was now becoming lighter because of the dryness of his throat. He was beginning to lose all hope when his eyes caught sight of a large body of water with palm trees growing around them. The boy mustering his strength ran towards the body of water stopping in his tracks. He began to smack himself thinking that it was nothing, but a mirage. The boy then began to smack his face, and would close his eyes wiping them only to see that the water was still there. He was beginning to produce what little salivation he had left due to his early signs of dehydration.
Quickly, Dango buried his face in the water feeling the coolness washing across his face, and inhaling the revitalizing liquid like it was something he had never seen before. After quenching his thirst the boy would raise his head, and would begin to look around his general surroundings. His jaw would drop as he spotted the palace of lore that the people of the west spoke of in legends. Was he finally going to get to look for the riches of the desert? The boy began to make his way into the palace when he was greeted by something he never would’ve imagined a pink ghost wearing a straw hat.
”Hello there stranger, welcome to the fortuneteller of the deserts palace. I suppose you are here to have your future read?” The boy was a little creeped out by the ominous presence standing before him. ”I am here to find the riches I need to build my own house a place for me to call home.” The ghost would then laugh, and would motion for the teen to follow after him to a different area of the large structure. The boy would then begin to follow the ghost until he reached a large metal door. The boy would push the door open, and would walk in, and the door would slam behind him, and the locks of the door could be heard sealing.The ghost would then hover above the warrior, and would release an eerie laugh. “In order to get the answers that you seek you must beat the squad of fighters that we have present here.”
Enter the First Opponent
From the top of a high ceiling a bat would make its way down to the fighting arena that he was standing in. Then with a poof a cloud would cover the bat revealing a real life vampire.
The ghost would then begin to speak; ”Welcome to the arena Fang’s the vampire. You gotta watch out for his deadly bite!” First the young man had ran into a ghost, and now a vampire were all the creatures of legend actually real? He would think to himself as he contemplated his chances of running from the bout. As he examined the room he couldn’t locate any conceivable way of escaping the threat except fighting his way out of it. The bell was rung, and the vampire wasted little to no time charging the warrior. After he was in range of the warrior he began to unload a barrage of jabs at the warrior. To the warrior the jabs were probably one of the slowest that he had ever seen. With a quick sidestep he was out of the way of the fury of punches. The warrior would then draw his fist back for his own assault, and would deliver a power packed punch to the ribs of the undead beast knocking him unconscious. The ghost would fly down to the vampire, and would begin to search for any sign of him being able to continue the fight. Then the greeter would fly back up into the air, and would smile. The challenger was victorious in round one.”[/color]
While all of the chatter of the ghost was going on the young man had to wonder how the vampire wasn’t even able to take one of his hits? Was it because he had actually become pretty strong, and he wasn’t able to withstand the damage of his attack, or was the guy just super weak, and used to gauge the strength of the challengers?
Round 2
”Now here is our next opponent the Bandages the Mummy! His strength is astounding, can you escape his clutches?”
The mummy then charged the boy, and was prepared to deliver a powerful punch to his face causing the boy to drop low, and sweep his feet from under him sending him out of the ring. The boy then stood, and looked at the ghost; ”Is that all he has?” He would mutter, but his speech would be broken by the sense of something evil approaching behind him. He would turn to see the mummy pull himself up with his bandages. The mummy attempted to wrap him in said bandages, but the warrior channeled his ki into his hands creating the infamous coyote claws, and slashes his way out charging the enemy, and slashing him with the claws as well causing him to call unconscious.
Round 3 Begins
The pink ghost would then fly back down, and with a eerie town would mutter; you may have been able to beat our mummy, but can you beat our Demon Spike!” From the top of the arena a large devil looking man in black holding a pitchfork appeared before the warrior.
Dango began to sense his energy, and they were nothing close to anything that he had ever faced before. This whole experience wasn’t providing him any sort of experience whatsoever he was going to take this guy down quickly. As the match was announced to end the boy took off at lightning fast speeds delivering a powerful kick to the head of the demon sending him flying into the stone wall behind him creating a small crater. “If we are going to do this whole tournament thing don’t bring me these weak competitors I want to fight strong opponents bring the strongest now!”
The ghost was in shock as to the tone that the boy had invoked with her, and began to blush; “I am so sorry the warriors aren’t up to your standards this next opponent is really strong, and I believe you may know him follow me to the finals ring.” The ghost made its way out of a second door, and the warrior followed after the ghost hoping that he hadn’t hurt the little guys feelings. He just didn’t want to needlessly hurt people who were weaker than him, he wanted to grow stronger to protect the weak. After journeying for a while they made there way to a much larger ring where the boy gladly walked up into it.
Final Round
”Now Dango prepare yourself to fight our special mystery fighter!”
A robed man made his way to the ring, and bowed before the warrior, and with proper effect Dango followed suit out of respect for the fighter. Dango began to sense the energy of the enemy that was standing before him, and was amazed to feel an energy that was somewhat familiar to him. “Who are you?” He would mutter as he took his signature coyote style stance out of respect to his opponent. The warrior would then return the gesture taking his stance; a stance that he had seen many times before his eyes would begin to well up with tears. ”Papur-sensei; is it you?” The man would grab the cloak ripping it off revealing his identity to be none other than his master with a halo. ”Yes, of course it is me my not so young pupil my how you've grown so strong in a short period of time.” After a few hours of catching up through their old time spars he suffered a joyous defeat, and reunion no matter how short with his lost sensei.