Post by Snippar Sol on Apr 1, 2015 0:15:18 GMT
Snippar's Eternal Thoughts: Wastelands are Dead?
(Medium Weights On)
(Medium Weights On)
Numerous miles away from the original point of origin where one is to be summoned upon for meetings with other individuals, one such as himself was aware of such a meeting yet he had a few other minor affairs to attend to. Being in, ironically, in another region of dirt; the Saiyan was present within a sitting position with his legs crossed over the other. His fists would be against one another as they'd be present around his chest area resembling a prayer of some sort, almost in trance as he remained motionless within the harsh heat and mountain like structures. Snippar began to think in thought, and subjugated himself to the past once more. Snippar Sol was truly fixated on his past actions while training, his calm collective gesture was beyond apparent, but focused.
Upon the concluding of such a trance, a mark on the back of this beings neck began to radiate as it glowed within a purple color. Following the said glow, a pulse would thus emanate where static and not seconds later, lighting formulate around his physic. Actions which were not preformed by himself, but those mythical comrades of Saiyans of Old whom escorted his master Avalanche while he was of noble lineage. A being he had grown to be well familiar of. Upon the Saiyan taking his sweep of the said lands where the training would take place, these creatures would in essence release the seal on his neck that marked technological advances to keep tabs on a warrior from eons away. Causing a rather supernatural form of lighting to be shot from their forms directed towards one another, as they met within its epicenter, a medium sized sphere of lighting would form and thus shoot at the ground where upon impact; Snippar Sol would be seen within that same sitting position.
Uneffected by the unique homing beacon despite it holding a form of ethereal transportation. The mark on the back of Snippar Sol's neck overruled the fate of being ripped apart to a molecular level, in thus the test of the most effective tracker was pulled out. Snippar remembered the countless test of machines they built and created for the sake of advances and bring war to a new category in power. Yes this was amazing, but in a way flawed from the more logical persona of the one tracked mind of the Saiyan Empire. These thoughts roused Snippar Sol from his meditation like rest; In thus allowing him to keep focus on something beyond the trivial concept of War. Snippar focused his KI, a burst of static created friction, with that friction released a flame of red aura to obscure and envelop his entity. Yells could be heard distances away while pressure was released in thus awakening his energy for training.
Now the true test would begin. Utilizing the weights he had purchased decreased his movement speed which caused post dramatic stress upon his physical manifestation of a body. Utilizing this he would need to get use to the movement it would hinder. Pulling out his blade he started to release steps that were similar to a dragons dance, intertwining the blade to the air and slashing at it in a very avid way. His emotions were stirred and he ran by will power to keep his entity moving, still trying to maintain a fluid composure while the weights hindered his movement functions and speed capacity. Never the less he kept the dance up, his body functions resembling a Kata most martial artists use to expose their signature with traditional movement. Snippar practiced an elegant form of sword fencing mixing batto-jutsu with his techniques. His swordsmanship was based on cunning strikes with power to boot from the sword drawing stance. Due to Snippar mastering his batto-jutsu stanza in a near perfect tone. He would later end of taking the name Hitokiri Battousai; Translating to Man Slayer and master of the batto-jutsu stance of sword play.
Each Strike was remotely pointed towards the air, fusing power in for a much harsher strike, his blade went though most surfaces without a pinch of rigid play. Other durability like surfaces he had to add extra strength for the initial cut to go through. Once his Kata's were over with the sword which took place for about twenty five minutes, Snippar put his blade back inside it's ceder wooden sheath to sleep. Relentlessly Snippar continued his training, launching different patterns of push ups, from one finger struggling due to the weights and having a more vivid challenge, than switching up to one hand, and finally both with a clap during each rise. For each set; Snippar did forty-five push ups. The young Saiyan started to grow wary and tired from the display of such bountiful responses his body had made in a stressed gesture. He thought to himself would this work? Would these weights actually increase his strength? Shaking his head in a disbursal recognition. Snippar continued his training while his body started to grow tired, the next order of functions was to utilize his KI blasts in form. Meaning straining the muscles, tendons, triceps, and biceps as a whole.
A light begun to flash; With this light prowess was forged once more. Snippar Sol's Aura had covered his body once more. The red hue, the flame that devoured his entity as a whole started to fill his tired body with energy to press forward. Moving his hands forward he started to release a wave of energy volley's. Multiple KI blasts of small proportions released from his hands after the charge and formation was complete. The KI signatures were at a total of one thousand, blasting the area with enough strength to seeming cover the radius on ten miles with small explosions based on the power released from the attack. Red flames coated the area in light while exploding upon contact, loud echos of ''booms'' could be heard miles away. The friction created by the chain of blasts caused the air to cut and split over the vast area. Switching up; Snippar leaped into the air with a twirl, his hand gripped the wrist of his right form ample control and precision while more red balls of fury left his palm in a more faster rate by charging it to over two thousand covering a twenty meter long radius. These waves were shot out more efficiently after he spun three hundred and sixty degrees to retain the posture and fire off the technique.
Giving no sound each breath the male took seemed to transmit what seemed to be a strand of cold air expelling itself from the lungs of the Saiyan himself. No words needed to be said as male stood tall behind his chain of blasts, the male carried a weapon upon his back it seemed to be a Katana which was bestowed upon the Saiyan used moments before the iconic burst of power. Once light shifted, and night transitioned to day, rest was granted to him or surviving another day alone. In thus his current attire was seen. Snippar Sol wears a Blue and White sashinuki hakama, tied by a wide black obi around his waist which keeps his fateful Katana fastened to his left hip; unlike most obi, it's belt ends hung downwards on the left side. On the hakama Snippar Sol has large bell-shaped sleeves. Leading up to his shoulders, both sleeves sport a thick long black bar running down the length of each white sleeve.
These black bars are also shown to be on his hakama, running down the length of his legs on the outer edges. Upon ewalking outward from the landscape Snippar Sol walked towards the mountain infront of the water symbol where he took time to carve reminding him fresh water was in that spot. A seat took root near the massive rock, and he removed the Katana that was placed inside its ceder wooden sheath placing it infront of him while closing his eyes speaking to himself lightly while relaxing. ''Ironically this turned out to a good day of events, got some meditating done, some sword practice, martial exercise as a whole, with my Kata and training in place. Along with measuring the length of my KI, with perception and key. I do think this was a good day to utilize my weights.'' Snippars words died his contemplation took point while he still kept his weights on during the most basic tenets of his life. Reaching out his palms grasped the moist sensation of water, using his hands as a cup of sorts. Snippar brought his hands to his lips, slurping the water. The sound of him sipping could be heard while rough gulps were in place.
Finishing up Snippar packed his his things and moved to the next location, his attitude soon changed while rain began to pour during his travel. Today of all days had to included business. He just wasn't in the mood at all. That said, he would have most likely thought the same regardless of when it was. The beautiful structure of a man had a lot on his mind but that wasn't news, nothing special just a day in the life of a Saiyan that turned Rogue. Death had visited him early in life. Not coming for his life but for his wife of old. Thinking back it was quite a sad display in his life, so during his travels he started to train utilizing the weights that gave him ability and thrill of a challenge. Resorting to punches and high kicks until his body was mauled by physical strain, pushing forward he started to utilize his energy in a charge. Exposing a large blast like beam into the sky, the force so great it purged the clouds. The velocity and force behind such an attack caused the rocks to crumble and for his feet to purge the beauty of the ground. Large cracks being summoned, the dancing creaks started to spread like wild fire while hot air seeped from the crevices. Steam flew out, and in jest Snippar released his hands and the beams out worldly function ceased.
Sighing in a light response; Snippar decided to rest before continuing his business trip into the city. Still keeping those weights on, they functioned as a source of components that lead him his quest in power. It seemed Snippar Sol was straying from the path of the warrior and going for the path of the akuma. His fists were not obscured yet by his ignorance, but he wanted to obtain strength. Snippar wanted to cause fear and fight stronger opponents on equal terminology, Snippar wanted to become the golden fighter of legend; A Super Saiyan.
Upon the concluding of such a trance, a mark on the back of this beings neck began to radiate as it glowed within a purple color. Following the said glow, a pulse would thus emanate where static and not seconds later, lighting formulate around his physic. Actions which were not preformed by himself, but those mythical comrades of Saiyans of Old whom escorted his master Avalanche while he was of noble lineage. A being he had grown to be well familiar of. Upon the Saiyan taking his sweep of the said lands where the training would take place, these creatures would in essence release the seal on his neck that marked technological advances to keep tabs on a warrior from eons away. Causing a rather supernatural form of lighting to be shot from their forms directed towards one another, as they met within its epicenter, a medium sized sphere of lighting would form and thus shoot at the ground where upon impact; Snippar Sol would be seen within that same sitting position.
Uneffected by the unique homing beacon despite it holding a form of ethereal transportation. The mark on the back of Snippar Sol's neck overruled the fate of being ripped apart to a molecular level, in thus the test of the most effective tracker was pulled out. Snippar remembered the countless test of machines they built and created for the sake of advances and bring war to a new category in power. Yes this was amazing, but in a way flawed from the more logical persona of the one tracked mind of the Saiyan Empire. These thoughts roused Snippar Sol from his meditation like rest; In thus allowing him to keep focus on something beyond the trivial concept of War. Snippar focused his KI, a burst of static created friction, with that friction released a flame of red aura to obscure and envelop his entity. Yells could be heard distances away while pressure was released in thus awakening his energy for training.
Now the true test would begin. Utilizing the weights he had purchased decreased his movement speed which caused post dramatic stress upon his physical manifestation of a body. Utilizing this he would need to get use to the movement it would hinder. Pulling out his blade he started to release steps that were similar to a dragons dance, intertwining the blade to the air and slashing at it in a very avid way. His emotions were stirred and he ran by will power to keep his entity moving, still trying to maintain a fluid composure while the weights hindered his movement functions and speed capacity. Never the less he kept the dance up, his body functions resembling a Kata most martial artists use to expose their signature with traditional movement. Snippar practiced an elegant form of sword fencing mixing batto-jutsu with his techniques. His swordsmanship was based on cunning strikes with power to boot from the sword drawing stance. Due to Snippar mastering his batto-jutsu stanza in a near perfect tone. He would later end of taking the name Hitokiri Battousai; Translating to Man Slayer and master of the batto-jutsu stance of sword play.
Each Strike was remotely pointed towards the air, fusing power in for a much harsher strike, his blade went though most surfaces without a pinch of rigid play. Other durability like surfaces he had to add extra strength for the initial cut to go through. Once his Kata's were over with the sword which took place for about twenty five minutes, Snippar put his blade back inside it's ceder wooden sheath to sleep. Relentlessly Snippar continued his training, launching different patterns of push ups, from one finger struggling due to the weights and having a more vivid challenge, than switching up to one hand, and finally both with a clap during each rise. For each set; Snippar did forty-five push ups. The young Saiyan started to grow wary and tired from the display of such bountiful responses his body had made in a stressed gesture. He thought to himself would this work? Would these weights actually increase his strength? Shaking his head in a disbursal recognition. Snippar continued his training while his body started to grow tired, the next order of functions was to utilize his KI blasts in form. Meaning straining the muscles, tendons, triceps, and biceps as a whole.
A light begun to flash; With this light prowess was forged once more. Snippar Sol's Aura had covered his body once more. The red hue, the flame that devoured his entity as a whole started to fill his tired body with energy to press forward. Moving his hands forward he started to release a wave of energy volley's. Multiple KI blasts of small proportions released from his hands after the charge and formation was complete. The KI signatures were at a total of one thousand, blasting the area with enough strength to seeming cover the radius on ten miles with small explosions based on the power released from the attack. Red flames coated the area in light while exploding upon contact, loud echos of ''booms'' could be heard miles away. The friction created by the chain of blasts caused the air to cut and split over the vast area. Switching up; Snippar leaped into the air with a twirl, his hand gripped the wrist of his right form ample control and precision while more red balls of fury left his palm in a more faster rate by charging it to over two thousand covering a twenty meter long radius. These waves were shot out more efficiently after he spun three hundred and sixty degrees to retain the posture and fire off the technique.
Giving no sound each breath the male took seemed to transmit what seemed to be a strand of cold air expelling itself from the lungs of the Saiyan himself. No words needed to be said as male stood tall behind his chain of blasts, the male carried a weapon upon his back it seemed to be a Katana which was bestowed upon the Saiyan used moments before the iconic burst of power. Once light shifted, and night transitioned to day, rest was granted to him or surviving another day alone. In thus his current attire was seen. Snippar Sol wears a Blue and White sashinuki hakama, tied by a wide black obi around his waist which keeps his fateful Katana fastened to his left hip; unlike most obi, it's belt ends hung downwards on the left side. On the hakama Snippar Sol has large bell-shaped sleeves. Leading up to his shoulders, both sleeves sport a thick long black bar running down the length of each white sleeve.
These black bars are also shown to be on his hakama, running down the length of his legs on the outer edges. Upon ewalking outward from the landscape Snippar Sol walked towards the mountain infront of the water symbol where he took time to carve reminding him fresh water was in that spot. A seat took root near the massive rock, and he removed the Katana that was placed inside its ceder wooden sheath placing it infront of him while closing his eyes speaking to himself lightly while relaxing. ''Ironically this turned out to a good day of events, got some meditating done, some sword practice, martial exercise as a whole, with my Kata and training in place. Along with measuring the length of my KI, with perception and key. I do think this was a good day to utilize my weights.'' Snippars words died his contemplation took point while he still kept his weights on during the most basic tenets of his life. Reaching out his palms grasped the moist sensation of water, using his hands as a cup of sorts. Snippar brought his hands to his lips, slurping the water. The sound of him sipping could be heard while rough gulps were in place.
Finishing up Snippar packed his his things and moved to the next location, his attitude soon changed while rain began to pour during his travel. Today of all days had to included business. He just wasn't in the mood at all. That said, he would have most likely thought the same regardless of when it was. The beautiful structure of a man had a lot on his mind but that wasn't news, nothing special just a day in the life of a Saiyan that turned Rogue. Death had visited him early in life. Not coming for his life but for his wife of old. Thinking back it was quite a sad display in his life, so during his travels he started to train utilizing the weights that gave him ability and thrill of a challenge. Resorting to punches and high kicks until his body was mauled by physical strain, pushing forward he started to utilize his energy in a charge. Exposing a large blast like beam into the sky, the force so great it purged the clouds. The velocity and force behind such an attack caused the rocks to crumble and for his feet to purge the beauty of the ground. Large cracks being summoned, the dancing creaks started to spread like wild fire while hot air seeped from the crevices. Steam flew out, and in jest Snippar released his hands and the beams out worldly function ceased.
Sighing in a light response; Snippar decided to rest before continuing his business trip into the city. Still keeping those weights on, they functioned as a source of components that lead him his quest in power. It seemed Snippar Sol was straying from the path of the warrior and going for the path of the akuma. His fists were not obscured yet by his ignorance, but he wanted to obtain strength. Snippar wanted to cause fear and fight stronger opponents on equal terminology, Snippar wanted to become the golden fighter of legend; A Super Saiyan.