[Solo-Saga|Part 1] Hidden Strength Dec 11, 2014 21:27:21 GMT via mobile
Post by Naroka on Dec 11, 2014 21:27:21 GMT
[AFTER ALL CURRENT THREADS]
[Beginning in Ship]
[Beginning in Ship]
There he sat. After all was done and well, he simply contemplated. 'Baby-sitting' the far more powerful Kagami, fighting the hero named Toma, meeting his spiritual brother Scargot and encountering the two Saiyans Amrenth and Athren had begun giving the green man ideas. Some of these fighters far more powerful than himself and some below, some exactly on his level. It had given him time, after his fights to recover and recollect his strength to begin thinking his path.
His ship was such a pleasant place to concentrate. With the permission to land it on the lookout, Naroka had begun spending time on the setting and inside of the object a lot more. His body levitating and his figure tensed up, refusing to budge since he began meditation sessions. This was of them. Where he had thought of what he could have been doing wrong, right, heroic and selfish. His mind in all of the corners they could possibly reach. His head literally a mind space, as it was a deathly black. Individual thoughts scattered and gleaming like stars. Hell, his brain was formulated into a center planet when looked into his psyche.
It was actually inside of his head that he competed in spiritual fights with himself and even Girat, himself. His battles always long and envisioning his father in power levels bigger than his own and even when fighting his own selfish thought, they too were triple and even quadruple his own strength. Yet, he nearly always managed to pull through and succeed and fight off his devilish thoughts. Refusing to ever give in and accept what the corruption Earth sometimes leaked into his internal soul. Instead, always sucker punching it directly in the trachea when nearly accepting it.
He never understood why he had these type of internal battles and visions. Instead, he simply duked out it out with his wants and selfish obsessions instead of questioning his false-father. He did, however, hesitate to battle with his sickly and devilish looking caretaker at times. Often losing in the struggle he had to deal with inside of his soul. This had upset him sometimes, yet he spurred on. Refusing to halt and waste bodily fluids by crying.
Constantly fighting. Showing the warrior style he had. Never really giving himself up for really much. Even when the accompanying Scargot had knocked on his ship to make sure his brother was alive and well, not dead, he only replied by ushering a last and loud bellow of energy and voice to assure he was alive. Constantly working to increase his power level and bodily capabilities. Constantly trying to further his own limitations, mind or body. Spirit and Soul. And he displayed that. During his training sessions and power depressions, he continued and refused to end there. Never resting until he was ultimately drained of all his will power. Losing simply wasn't something the Namekian could really allow to happen.
Nothing. Literally nothing, could stop the Warrior caste from fulfilling his goal of becoming the Earth's most powerful Namekian. Perhaps, the only thing that could have possibly ended the Namekian's reach for glory would be the sweet, soft kiss of death. However, Namekians did not kiss. It was something rather unnecessary and accomplished nothing. Therefore, Death would simply get a couple of nails and knuckles in it's face for trying Naroka's existence. Not even death could stop the Namekian's path to victory and achievable height.
And, it appeared as though it was one of Naroka's training sessions then. The Namekian's form in a shape of a statue, his legs crossed and fingers aligning. Antenna drooping down and his eyes shut tight. Mouth curved into a frown and his thick eyebrows arched into an highly angered position despite not having the emotion equipped onto him. Simply having the appearance wavered off many. Had someone disturbed him, he'd be having the emotion, though.