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Post by Plato on Nov 23, 2017 19:28:38 GMT
Powerlevel: 305,235
He was Finally Home. It had taken a long time but he was back on konats. The King Bit his lip slightly he didn't know what he would find. They could all be dead since he had been gone. Had he made mistakes trying to help other at the cost of his home? He didn't really know what he did know is that it was the time he came home. He needed to find a true leader. Not a King or a Dictator. Not a man fueled by vengence. Someone who inspired the best out of his people. It was what he could do. He could not protect them from all the universe. He could not fight the tide that was coming. Anything that happened after this peace he'd have no control over. Perhaps the saiyans would become peaceful or perhaps not. He had to prepare his people to be without him. Because his life was tied to the world and if he was hunted the people would be in the line of fire. He needed to let go, find someone to lead them but who? Maybe his Right hand Demetrius but he was in himself someone who was not one to inspire. He was a fighter and a warrior. Much like Plato, it'd just be another whitewash. That left no one Konstian that he would even consider to lead. At least he had time. At the Very least he had to stay around as long as he could. Maybe train someone to become his successor. He'd step out of his ship slowly walking towards the city. He'd have to wait and see what he would find in his home.
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