Tales of the Heavens.

So, he was there now. No longer in the mortal realm or on Earth or even Namek. No, the one known as Naroka was officially in the plain of Gods and fighters if eternal life. He was, in Heaven. But what was he to do in this realm? He was told by Yemma that he was capable of being transported here and elsewhere. But this elsewhere would need further judgement. It was strange but it was accepted for what it was. What more was there to do but adventure into the land of holy and learn that of which a mere man would never get the chance to. The Namek had ascended into the world, standing upon the golden clouds and shrugging his shoulders. The newly gained garb on his body shifting some. His dogi solid black and bearing a brown sash wrapped around his waist. A yellowish cloth wrapped under the sash, green stripes across. A white cape and hood on his shoulders. While it looked normal, it was but heavy weights disguised as normal clothing. Ukare pulling the hood over his bald head, his antennae peeking from under the hoods rim. He also had raised his mask over his nose, the long body part protruding out.



Every step the Namekian had taken was soft and lacking of hard sound. His sensitive ears finding Heavens' lack of solid ground to be wondrous. His strong arms swinging by his side as he carefully move about, not yet used to the cloudy pathway Heaven boasted. Even if he was capable of flight, something about falling through the ground had been scary. For what lie beneath the golden clouds rest the crimson rathole of Hell. And, ironically, Ukare would be damned if he went to such a realm. Even if it had been but a single day since entrance, the Namek already felt warm and at home in the land of the dead. In fact, he liked it so much..he almost didn't want to leave when his time would come. If he was even given the privilege to choose, he'd opt to remain in Heaven. However, such choice would remain for later. Much, much later, even. Instead, Naroka still had the task of finding way to a resting spot. Somewhere where perhaps an Ogre or some official could give him some details surrounding the resting place. The Namekse-Jin had noticed many floating clouds that didn't make pathway, accidentally walking through one of them!

"Hey! Watch it!" The white spirit had snickered. It's tail swiveling around to indicate it had faced the larger Namekian. Naroka, caught off guard; Did a cloud talk to him? This had caused him to raise a bare brow, his pronounced features showing him to be confused. All that could really leave his clenched teeth had to be but a measly, `Tch!?’ The spirit would end up simply muttering some swears under his nonexistent breath before turning and floating off somewhere. Little bastard, if he was tangible he'd have been rocked like a hurricane. Shaking his head, Ukare returned to his walking motion. Twisting his new from side to side. Noticing several signs. Some of greeting, saying Welcome! in large font, some having generic ads. As the Namek continued through Heavens' more beginning landscape, something had come over horizon. A light of some kind, contrasting to the whitish hue above his head. It had some gradient to it, a pink pallet beginning to show itself to the Namek.

His walking had become a little faster as he went onward, taking him toward this next part of Heaven. The true part. It was like going through a tunnel, passing to the gradient side, as it just..felt as if a shift in tempo had occurred. Whereas spirits had been running and floating amok and lazily, in this sanctuary had little spirits been doing nothing of importance. Some having picnics with other deceased loved ones and some bashing into each other as a form of training. For what? Who knew! All Naroka knew was that the sky above was reddish-pink. The ground covered in a short grass, several blades pricking up here and there. The foilage also apparent, beautiful bushes adorned with roses and daisies as well the cherry blossom trees that surround the given area. This place was ideal to what Ukare held as standard. Sitting himself down, his legs folded into one another, the Namek had joined his fingers together and lined his fingertips. The bunch facing the grass - pointing down and his eyes shutting and what could be seen of his face, going solemn. Void of emotion and truly emulating how dead he was. His mind going somewhere else, his body turning to a metaphorical stone while his spirit had raised above his head and inside of his halo.

The Namekseijin's spirit floating and moving about around his body. Circling his set form, looking at himself before raising up and down. Bobbing downward and upward, his tail swiveling and swirling. It was..rather fun, being in a cloud form. Shouting and greeting many other deceased before returning to normal. Raising himself before his physical forms head. The space between his antenna barren and solid. A spark of chi crackling inside his head, plunging himself into his head and allowing another piece of him to formulate: A third eye! Naroka's normal eyes shut and content, whereas this third eye had seen things blind to his normal. The Ki and level of power the other spirits had being capable of detecting and a whole new line of sight opened before the Namekian.



For now, Naroka would really get used to this newly gained eye. Meditation and simplicity embellishing itself over his spirit.