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Post by Gira on Sept 25, 2017 1:12:01 GMT
Gira rocketed through the skies and over the deep blue ocean of Earth's southern region. She was heading straight for her sensei's house at high speeds. Since her spar with Wyntre, where she experienced that flash of anger and power, the teen hybrid was eager to visit Articho and see if the time was right for her to attain that which she had sought for so long. Once she thought of that battle, her shoulder hurt. She had been nursed back to health, but this was more of her recalling the pain of almost having her arm sliced clean off. That was in the past, though. Nothing would rain on her parade today. Absolutely nothing. A huge grin was on the hybrid's face as she dropped to a lower altitude, flying just inches above the water. She was on her final approach to Kame House. In the distance, she spotted the home of her sensei coming up fast. Reducing her speed, she landed softly on the beach, stretching her arms as she approached the door of the house. She almost knocked a little too excitedly, but decided not to just in case Pasley was sleeping. Raising her fist to the door, Gira gave it a few light, quiet taps. It was likely that her sensei knew she was already here, as she made no attempt to hide her energy. Still, she didn't know that for sure, so to avoid a situation where she was standing awkwardly in front of his door, she decided to knock. As Gira waited for her sensei, she wondered what kind of training would be involved to help her unlock this power. It had to be something special. She read in her mother's book about Saiyan culture that a Super Saiyan was a warrior fueled by rage. She wondered if this would mean that she had to get mad? Mad about what, though? The teen decided to save these questions for Articho. He was a Super Saiyan, so he had to know of these things better than most. Getting an answer from him was certainly more useful than trying to work through the problem in her own head. With tentative patience, she waited outside the door for someone to answer. Articho RevilleHere ya are, Arti! Let's make it the best one yet. =D
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Post by Articho Reville on Sept 25, 2017 3:23:55 GMT
Articho leaned up against the wall in the foyer of his house, his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes closed. He could sense Gira quickly approaching his home, clearly with a goal in mind. He himself, kept his own power level low and hidden. He had a plan for today's training and he needed to make a surprise entrance to kick start it. He had made sure to inform his parents that it would get pretty crazy around there, so they left with Pasley to keep from accidentally getting caught in the crossfire. His eyes opened slowly as she grew closer and lightly knocked on his front door. Time for the real training to begin.
In an instant, Arti's power level shot up as he transformed into his Super Saiyan state, though he kept his power level at 1.2 million, to keep it even for when she inevitably transformed. He shot out of the door, pushing it open more with the force his movement caused than his own body and wrapping one arm around Gira's torso. He continued flying forward towards the island he trained students on and roughly threw Gira to the ground. He stood above her, his face set in a hard glare and his arms crossed across his chest. He was trying his best to give off a threatening, dangerous aura, but it was a lot harder than he thought it would be. All he had to do was maintain the attitude long enough to make her think her life was really in danger.
"Stand up," he order, his voice harsh and cold. "We're not playing games anymore. This time, it's real."
PL: 1.2 million KP: 3/3
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Post by Gira on Sept 25, 2017 4:42:53 GMT
Gira hadn't been on the lookout for an ambush, so the Turtle Hermit would find her caught completely off guard. As the door burst open suddenly and her sensei practically dragged her through the air and began to take her with great force to the training island, the hybrid wouldn't even have time to process what was currently happening. Once the pair finally reached their destination, Articho threw Gira to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The teen tumbled through the sand before coming to a rest on her stomach. The wind was knocked out of her, so she coughed as she began to recover. The hybrid groaned and turned over on her back, propping herself up on her elbows.
Sand covered her gi and got in her hair. With one eye closed, she looked towards her sensei. "Owww... what giv--" Then she noticed. She was taken by surprise, so the sudden spike in energy escaped her notice before now. Gira opened both of her eyes wide upon seeing Articho standing before her, bathed in a golden glow. "Wha... what?" She was confused. Her sensei's demeanor was totally different. He was usually really nice to her, so the sudden change was jarring. What he said would normally excite her, but the suddenness of this whole situation concerned her. Not to mention how Articho was acting. Was he still mad about her trying to find Xylo?
She didn't protest, though. He was her sensei after all. Standing from her current position, she brushed herself off and took up her stance. She didn't move from that spot, though. Her hesitation was clear. Her expression was a mix on confusion, worry, and a tiny bit of something else; fear. She hadn't quite processed what happened, so she was still trying to make sense of it all. It appeared she would need to be spurred into taking action one way or another.
PL: 109 145 KP: 3/3
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Post by Pota on Sept 27, 2017 7:24:06 GMT
Current PL: 14493 Heavyweights PL:3623 Enters thread with Heavyweights equiped PL bonus gains active
Out near the south islands Pota was enjoying a day off from school and hero work. Which was not very often considering sometimes he had to ping pong between the two. He had heard from old man cook (the cook at his favorite restraunt) that the south islands had some nice scenery and good places to find the best giant tuna. The Saiyan youth was on the tail of a particularly big one too bigger than any he had seen in his pond by the shack he made for himself outside West Capitol. He had wore his heavyweights today since he would be underwater most of the day figuring that it would be good training. Though he wasn't wrong it still wasn't as good as gravity training.
As the Pota came up under his soon to be dinner he would strike it square in the abdomen sending it flying out of the water. The oversized fish fell onto the island he had flushed it near so he wouldn't have to fish for the...fish. Just before he could set about cooking his meal he noticed a yellow light shoot by him almost too fast for him to keep up with. That alone wouldn't have usually struck Pota as curious a lot of people on earth could manipulate ki which is initially what he thought this was. However whether it was his imagination or the lack of oxygen from being underwater messing with his brain, he could have sworn he saw master Gira very briefly in that yellow light.
"Hmm might wanna go check that out. Worst case if it is Gira sensei then I can bring her some lunch." As Pota followed after the light with his catch in tow he noticed that it was master Gira but she wasn't flying she was being dragged by someone through the air. And to add on to it he was the source of the glowing yellow light which Pota realized was the Super Saiyan transformation. This took Pota by surprise he had heard stories about Super Saiyans from his father but never had he seen one. "What's a Super Saiyan doing dragging Gira along like that for?" Pota asked to no one in particular but he intended to find out Super Saiyan or no he didn't frankly like seeing his master treated so harshly.
As they landed Pota came rushing down to put himself between Gira and the unknown assailant folding his arms in front of his chest staring down the Super Saiyan with a look of disdain for the way Gira was just treated but trying at the same time not to look nervous. He wasn't going to fight him unless absolutely needed to after all only a fool would challenge a Super Saiyan being at the level Pota was. But neither was he gonna stand idly by and let someone treat his master like that unless there was a damn good reason.
"I have a lot of questions on my mind for you right now Mr.Super Saiyan but my main one is why are you treating my master like a punching bag?!"
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Post by Articho Reville on Sept 28, 2017 6:02:03 GMT
Articho let a fresh wave of anger light up his face, a few sparks crackling around his aura as Gira returned to her feet. "Didn't you listen to me?!" he shouted as he lifted one foot up and stomped down, sending a powerful shock wave through the surface of the island towards his student to set her off balance. He quickly followed up by vanishing and reappearing directly in front of her, throwing a blow to her gut and aiming to grab her neck as she recovered, squeezing hard. "This is real. You either fight..." he would let go of her neck before stepping back and aiming a powerful straight kick at her chest. "If you don't fight, then you die! The only way to not die is to transform! Show me that you're strong enough to ascend, because I'm beginning to doubt it!" His aura flared again as he did his best to keep up the angry attitude. But then something unexpected happened.
Another person joined his attempt to trigger Gira's Super Saiyan transformation and his attempt at trying to convince Arti to stop with his beat down of Gira almost made him break character and bust out laughing. It was just so ridiculous. He managed to keep his emotions under control, though, his face never breaking its harsh, stony glare. Well, it did slightly. His lips curled up into a cruel grin. "Isn't that just adorable? You're trying to protect her," Arti laughed before quickly vanishing again. In a second, he reappeared in front of the newcomer, still grinning. "But can you even protect yourself?" In one swift motion, he swung his head in a headbutt towards Pota, followed by a roundhouse kick aimed at his chin. He had had an idea: if trying to trigger her transformation by making her angry didn't work, he could always threaten this guy's life to make her angry enough to ascend. With luck, she'll be transformed and calmed down in time for his date with Styx. That was another, more private reason he had had his parents take a little trip away. He wasn't quite ready to introduce her to them yet.
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Post by Gira on Sept 28, 2017 6:57:45 GMT
Gira flinched as Articho stomped his foot on the ground, creating a large shockwave. The half-Saiyan was knocked off balance long enough for her sensei to deliver a strike to her gut. Gira's eyes opened wide as she gagged from the force of the blow, staggering while holding her injured midsection. Articho then grabbed her by the throat, squeezing hard enough that the half-Saiyan's breath came out as a small wheeze. 'He's... he's too strong. I can't...' Articho finally let go of her neck before she passed out from the lack of oxygen, but that wasn't the end of the pain. Articho's kick made solid contact with Gira's chest, knocking the wind out of her as she was sent flying across the field. Her sensei shouted at her to transform, and she would do it if she could, but she was missing the right motivation.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for a certain Saiyan, that motivation came. The hybrid coughed and gagged, holding back the urge to puke from that earlier gut punch as she recovered. That was when she sensed a familiar energy on the approach. "No..." Was all she could gasp out as she turned to see Pota impose himself between her and her sensei. "Pota, you can't! You're not strong enough!" That would quickly be apparent as her sensei next turned his attention on her friend, headbutting him and sending a kick his direction. Articho might not remember, but Gira shared this fear with him when they first met. Her greatest fear was coming into contact with an enemy strong enough to destroy everything she loved and her lacking the strength to stop it.
This was her worst nightmare realized. For the purposes of this training session, things could not have lined up more perfectly. The half-Saiyan stood, rocking on her heels for a moment as she finished recovering from two intense blows. Her vision blurred slightly. Gira couldn't believe it, but she was fatigued already. Coughing into her hand, she pulled it back to notice a red stain on her palm. She was squarely losing this fight. Even with the inclusion of Pota, it wouldn't be enough to turn this around. Her only hope was to transform, but she was beginning to have doubts that she even could. 'I have to... I have to or Pota's gonna die...!' Gira stood her ground, trying to resist the urge to help Pota immediately. 'Transform... transform... transform, goddamn it!'
Though Gira strained, looking deep within her for something-- anything to help them win this fight, she came up empty-handed. It wasn't in Gira's nature to give up, however, so still she strained, gathering her power and trying to push it to even greater heights. Her violet aura flared around her, but it was not the aura of a Super Saiyan. Still, her power began to spike. It would be strange to anyone familiar with her power. No real change had begun yet, but the teen's energy was definitely doing something strange, as evidenced by the golden sparks of bio-electricity that mingled with her aura. All she needed was one final push and she would be sent over the edge.
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Post by Pota on Sept 28, 2017 18:54:59 GMT
A few things felt worse than Pota's exile from Vegeta. One was not being able to see his twin brother anymore. And the other was the amount of pain that this guy delivered to him. Pota never got an answer to his question just a condescending remark about being adorable and a headbutt that nearly knocked him completely out. But just before he could lose consciousness a swift kick to his chin surprisingly brought him back from the brink of being knocked out. This didn't make the pain any less dull in fact he almost thought his head would fly off his body. Instead he went flying into a grouping of rocks.
If Pota hadn't felt the difference in their power he certainly did now. It felt like he was staring down into the open ocean and not being able to see the bottom. He knew then and there this might be the end for him that he would never get to see Onio again. Hell he would even settle to see his father Tato again if only to kick his fucking teeth down his gullet. But now it would seem he was going to die here looking like an idiot biting off more than he could chew...again.
'Damnit this is just Sansho all the fuck over again except I'm gonna get humiliated, shit stomped, and killed in front of Gira sensei.' Pota thought to himself as he somehow got back up as he started seeing stars. "Well doesn't matter if you kill me or not whatever your beef with my master is I'd rather take that beating for her any day of the week even if it kills me!!!" Pota's ki would flare up with green flames surrounding him as he picked up a large boulder and chucked it at Articho before blinking around to his flank and firing off a series of kicks and punches desperately trying to land any kind of blow on the mysterious Saiyan.
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Post by Articho Reville on Sept 30, 2017 3:47:32 GMT
Articho looked up from the interfering Saiyan man back to Gira. Her aura was blazing around her, with sparks flickering around her body occasionally. He suppressed an excited smile. She was getting closer and closer to transforming. Slowly, he could sense Gira's power rising higher and higher. She just needed one more push before she finally ascended. Then Arti would have to deal with calming her down, especially after going through with what he had planned....
Around that moment, a boulder sailed towards his head. Articho didn't even flinch as the heavy rock crashed against his head and broke in half, the two pieces landing on either side of him. "Speak of the devil," he said quietly as the Saiyan began his assault against him. With almost no effort, he dipped and moved his body out of the path of each attack. After a few moments of avoiding his fists and feet, Articho moved quickly, leaving behind an afterimage of his standing with his arms crossed as he leaned back and swung his fist in an uppercut towards the Saiyan's chin before quickly grabbing his shirt collar, pulling him in, and wrapping his forearm around the Saiyan's neck, squeezing tightly as he held Gira's student close to his body.
Articho grinned cruelly at Gira as he raised a hand and held it, palm open, next to the Saiyan's head. "This is going to sting a little bit," the hybrid whispered into his ear. "Now, do me a favor and play dead." As he finished whispering to the Saiyan, a ball of energy charged up in Arti's hand before firing out as a green, spiralling beam that would engulf Pota's head, but without much power behind it. He made a point in flaring up his own power enough to make it seem he was firing a powerful attack that would kill Pota. Hopefully, Pota went with his commands and faked being dead to push Gira beyond her limits.
KP: 2/3 PL raised to 1.8 million [N1] Mountain Hermit's Drill used! PL: 2,000!
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Post by Gira on Sept 30, 2017 6:28:53 GMT
Gira struggled in vain to take on the golden glow of her sensei. She strained as hard as she could, her aura violently flaring around her as she raised her power to its maximum and kept trying to push it ever further. 'Please...! Please...!' The hybrid begged to anything in the universe that would answer her. She shut her eyes tight, tears streaming down her cheeks. 'Damn it! Why do you have to be so weak? You train and train and train and the result is always the same!' Gira's memory went back to the incident in the Eastern Lands, when her friend, Jala attempted to start her own empire on Earth. Many strong people showed up to defend the area. All of them could have killed her at a moment's notice and Gira would have been powerless to stop it.
It was just like here, though it seemed this time she might actually lose her friend. When Articho caught Pota in a headlock and put his hand near her Saiyan friend's head, Gira's aura dissipated around her, her eyes wide with realization at the situation they were in. Just like back then, when Jala was in trouble, she could only stand there, frozen in place from crippling fear. Then it happened. Gira felt Articho's power spike as he struck Pota with what Gira assumed was lethal force. Whether Pota played dead or not, seeing her friend take such an attack like that was just the right push she needed. The expression of a girl that had her world shattered was plastered on her face plain as day. 'No... I was too late... I couldn't do it.'
She shut her eyes tight again. 'Now, Pota, he's...!' An unnatural breeze washed over the battlefield, Gira's gi billowing in the wind. An overwhelming sadness washed over her briefly as she believed her worst nightmare had come to fruition. Pota was dead and she was too weak to do anything about it. 'Coward...! Failure...!' She cursed herself as she allowed the tears to flow freely. "No..." Gira whispered at a barely audible volume. "No... no... no!" A golden outline began to take shape around her body. The hybrid's energy began to fluctuate wildly in strength as she clenched both of her fists, drawing blood. The crimson droplets fell to the ground, staining the sand around the half-Saiyan. At that point, Gira felt something strange; a sense of calm.
However, it felt more like the calm before a massive storm than real, true, peace. Gira looked up at Articho, pure rage etched all over her tear-stained face. As she opened her eyes, Articho might see briefly that her dark irises had taken on a familiar emerald green before Gira let out an ear-piercing scream that seemed to echo across the ocean A golden aura erupted around the teen's form, making it difficult to look at her directly through the radiance. It wouldn't be this bright forever, though. Slowly, the blinding light of the aura began to dim. Gira was now standing inside of a massive sixty foot wide crater in the sand that was turned to glass with the incredible heat behind Gira's power. The teen stood in the direct center, her gaze burning through the ground and into the object of her Super Saiyan rage; Articho.
Her golden aura exuded pure anger and hate as she ascended out of the glass crater, her spiky golden locks being the first thing those gathered would see. Gira landed on the lip of the crater, her fiery stare still on her sensei. She raised one arm, her index finger extended, to point at Articho. "You!" She narrowed her eyes at the Turtle Hermit, barely able to hold on to her last shred of reasoning. The enraged expression on her face growing somehow even more intense. She clenched her fist on her extended arm, aiming it right at her sensei. "You've..." And then she lost it. "YOU'VE MADE ME MAD!" Gira's golden aura erupted around her body with renewed intensity. In an instant, she had moved from her position to appearing mid-attack right in front of Articho, aiming her Nuclear Kick right at his jaw, packing the blow with every last ounce of her rage and sorrow.
Gira unlocks SSJ! (PL x11) New active PL; 1 200 595 Gira uses [N1] Nuclear Kick! Fired at 33% of PL (396 196)
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Post by Pota on Oct 1, 2017 2:51:34 GMT
'Shit nothing is working its like he isn't trying. No I might as well be a gust of air to him right now damnit!' Thought Pota as his attacks failed one after the other. He began to get increasingly frustrated with himself lunging wildly on his last attack. Big mistake as Articho's fist was introduced to his face and long story short their relationship was intimate. Pota was about to fly off like a rag doll again when Articho grabbed his shirt collar. 'Oh Kami please no.'
That's when the strangest thing happened. The Saiyan asked him to play dead but whispered it to where Gira wouldn't hear. 'Is he mocking me?!... No he wouldn't bother he could kill me here and now in fact he could have killed me awhile ago and moved on to Gira if he really wanted.' That's when it struck him. Gira had mentioned once during training that she was close to unlocking her Super Saiyan power. But his master said it arises out of a need not a desire.
In a whisper just as low Pota simply asked. "Articho??Once again his question would go unanswered as a flash of green enveloped his head. It wasn't hard to play dead due to the fact that the attack hurt like HIFL. Pota simply fell to the ground to where half of the boulder he threw moments ago covered half his body from Gira's line of sight.
At first there was nothing then all of a sudden Gira's energy shot off like a rocket with jet fuel mixed with bullshark testosterone. 'Is that Gira?? What am I feeling here?!?' One could always feel his opponent's hostility but this was different. What he was feeling was pure rage. And then the shit hit the fan.
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Post by Articho Reville on Oct 2, 2017 17:43:22 GMT
Articho let Pota drop to the ground and pulled his sunglasses from his jacket pocket, grinning excitedly as he placed the dark shades over his eyes. Not a moment too soon either, as Gira's bright aura flared up to near blinding levels of light. No doubt about it, she had ascended to Super Saiyan and it only took fake killing her student to get there. The hybrid wouldn't deny that tricking his pupil like that was a bit cruel, but Pota wasn't actually dead, so no harm, no foul. Of course, now he had to deal with a pissed off Super Saiyan that was out for his blood. Articho frowned as he studied the now transformed Gira for a little longer, his eyes trailing down to the glassy crater she had formed in his island. "Did you really have to go and do that? That's going to take so long to fix," he asked in exasperation, his ruthless persona now completely dropped. "This was such a good place to train students on..."
Arti wasn't even looking at her when Gira began her assault against him. He simply raised his power level to near his full strength and dipped back out of the way of the attack. He was still kinda miffed about his island being wrecked like that. He was tempted to put some serious smack down back on her, but he held himself back. She was just angry and the rage induced by the Super Saiyan state wasn't helping her. He reached out for her leg, attempting to grab it, throw her down to the ground, and pin her limbs in place. "Alright, Gira. You did it. You're a Super Saiyan. Now please calm down before something really bad happens."
PL raised to 3.5 million! [SU1] Afterimage used! KP: 2/3!
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Post by Gira on Oct 2, 2017 20:22:16 GMT
Gira let out an animalistic roar as Articho grappled and subdued her. The newly born Super Saiyan struggled to free herself from her sensei's grip, but even in her newly transformed state, he was far stronger than her. The half-Saiyan roared and struggled for a good long while, but time and her sensei's words served to begin to soothe her rage. Eventually she stopped struggling, letting out a weak groan. As her anger faded, Gira's spiky golden hair returned to normal and her aura dissipated. The teen went limp in Articho's arms briefly, more than a little fatigued from putting out so much energy.
During that moment of rest, she sensed the energy of her friend behind the boulder. She missed it earlier, unable to notice through her anger. The signature still felt strong, too. So he was alive? This confused the hybrid. Articho could have killed him easily if he wished. So why didn't he? That was when it hit her. Gira wasn't paying attention initially, her memory of the past few minutes being covered in a red haze, but she thought she recalled her sensei mentioning that she had finally become a Super Saiyan. The girl blinked in surprise. So that was it, then? She finally did it? It wasn't at all like she assumed it would be.
Gira wasn't even aware that she had transformed. All she felt was a powerful surge of overwhelming rage. The feeling itself was... alien. She didn't like it, but at the same time, it was a little addicting. A feeling of realization began to come over Gira as she began to accept the fact that she finally achieved what she had sought for so long. A grin slowly began to form on her face as she let out a quiet chuckle, the volume slowly building into a full-blown laugh. "I did it! I really did it!" Gira would have jumped for joy if Articho still didn't have a hold of her. Her gaze moved over to where Pota was, a worried expression on her face.
"Is he okay?" Gira didn't have to ask why Articho did what he did. It was all becoming clear to her now. This was all a ruse. All of this was meant to help her transform. Was Pota in on it the whole time? It seemed a little convenient that he just so happened to show up. Gira decided to ask these questions at a later date. "Um... I think i'm okay now if you want to let me go." The teen laughed nervously, then looked over at the crater she made when she transformed. 'Did... did I do that?' Looking back at her sensei, she apologized. "Sorry about your island, Articho-sensei. I'll help you fix it."
Gira falls out of SSJ! Her PL returns to its base of 109 145.
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Post by Pota on Oct 7, 2017 5:42:24 GMT
Pota struggled to get up and somehow shakingly did so. The young Sayain rubbed his neck sorely as walked up with a series of bruises and a somewhat charred face. If he had been a normal human the attack would've melted his face. As he limped up he looked over at Gira. "You're Welcome Sensei no need to worry about me." Pota would sarcastically say with his usual mischievous smile. As if he had done some practical joke that only he knew about. "Glad to see the new hairdo though." He smiled and looked at Articho and bowed respectfully. "It's very nice to meet you Master Articho I've heard a lot about you. Let me also extend my apologies for jumping in as I did. Had I known that I was interrupting Gira Sensei's training I would have simply observed."He would remain bowed until Articho replied. Pota also felt a twinge of embarrassment for taking the tone he did on his first impression. And a martial arts Master of all people. 'Man I suck at meet and greets.' First Gira and the Oozaru incident then this'
OOC: Sorry about the late post I had some personal problems going on for awhile but I'm back.
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Post by Articho Reville on Oct 9, 2017 12:38:12 GMT
Articho kept himself positioned on top of Gira's back, pressing down hard with his hands and knees to keep her pinned in place. He watched her struggle against him for a few moments before she steadily calmed down and returned to her regular form. He could see the confusion on her face as she came out of her blind rage that gave way to a elated excitement at the realization of her achievement. The hybrid smiled in satisfaction before lifting himself off of her and moving to a crouched position to her left. "Don't worry about that. I can fix it later," Arti replied, waving his hand dismissively. "The hole in the ground isn't what's important right now. Congratulations, Gira. You've successfully ascended to the state of Super Saiyan and taken the first step into unlocking the power that lays dormant in you."
Articho straightened as Pota addressed him. The hybrid smiled warmly and patted the Saiyan man on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it! You couldn't have picked a better time to show up actually!" he said with a laugh. "If I hadn't had the chance to pretend to kill you, making Gira transform would have been waaaaaay harder." He patted Pota on the shoulder again before looking back to Gira. "Now, I know it's super cool that you're a Super Saiyan now and all, but that doesn't mean you can slack off in your training. Super Saiyan is a double edged sword when you first get it: it gives you a lot of power, but at the same time, it lets a lot of your more extreme emotions come out and it might take getting angry to even change in the first place. I want you to work on transforming at will, as well as learn how to keep your emotions in check. Got it?"
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Post by Gira on Oct 9, 2017 17:49:59 GMT
As Articho lifted himself up off of her back, Gira groaned and stood up, rubbing her back where her sensei had his knee. She turned towards Pota once he made himself known. When he mentioned that he was glad to see the new hairdo, the hybrid's cheeks went a little pink and she giggled. When Articho next spoke to her, Gira turned back and gave him her full attention. She gave him a nod when he said that the hole in the ground wasn't what was important. He congratulated her first about achieving the Super Saiyan transformation, saying that she had taken the first steps to awakening her dormant power. Gira raised an eyebrow with interest.
"Dormant power, huh?" She clenched her right fist and looked at it. 'Hm... maybe he's right.' She let her arm fall to her side and grinned at Articho when he next mentioned that she wasn't allowed to slack off in her training. "You got it, sensei! I'm not gonna stop here. If Super Saiyan is only the first step, I wanna see what the second one is. But first..." She thought back to how it felt to transform. What Articho said was true. She had a difficult time controlling herself. The rage was simply overwhelming. Then there was Pota's "death." Gira wasn't sure she even wanted to get control of her emotions at the time because of that.
It took her sensei restraining her to get her to calm down. When Articho gave the hybrid her training regimen, she got an excited grin on her face and gave him a thumbs up. "Yes sensei! I'll get started right now!" Gira braced herself. 'Okay... get angry... get angry...' A look of intense anger found its way to the half-Saiyan's face. She strained, but still couldn't manage the transformation. 'Wait... when I thought Pota died, I didn't feel like this.' Gira thought back to what she felt at the time; shame, sadness... and rage that was more potent than anything she ever felt before.
'Maybe... I need to recall those feelings again?' She put a bit of distance between her, her sensei, and Pota before getting into position once again. She began to strain as she searched for the emotions she felt minutes prior. It didn't take long before she found the right ones. With a roar of anger, Gira took on her transformed state once again. It didn't last long, however. Gira's lack of energy was quickly apparent. As soon as she took on that golden glow, it immediately fell away. "Well... at least I know I can do it if I try." Gira smiled and nodded to herself before walking back to her sensei.
"I think I need some rest first, actually." The hybrid chuckled nervously. From her ragged breathing, that much would be clear. "Next time, though, i'm gonna transform... and when I do, I believe you have a promise to keep." The half-Saiyan grinned mischievously at Articho, bringing up when she had him promise to fight her again when she became a Super Saiyan like him.
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