Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 17:33:10 GMT
[HEAVY WEIGHTS ON]
Hitora flew towards the forest where he had met Zucceta. It had been a while since they had met and Hitora felt that now was the time for the two to begin their training. He had done some training on his own, but he knew that alone he wouldn’t truly grow stronger as when you trained alone if you made any small mistakes in anything there would be no one to see them and point them out to you. Hitora didn’t like that, and hated to train on his own so he was somewhat excited to start his training, though no one would know it if they had looked at the young Saiyan’s face. He had worn his usual dark blue pants and lighter blue Gi top. Around his waist was his white belt and his tail, on each wrist was a dark blue wristband, matching in color to his pants and finally a pair of black boots on his feet, with red trim and yellow string tying it shut near his ankle. His clothes ruffled and gently moved in the wind as he flew, his hair was pushed back by the wind. His tail, wrapped tightly around his waist, was proof that he was a pure-blood Saiyan.
He loved fighting, he wanted nothing but to grow stronger, and when he was the strongest he wanted to grow stronger still. He wanted to be the ultimate fighter, one that no one could top, the paramount of warrior kind that the merest sight of scared millions. A warrior who when rumors of them coming to a planet scared its denizens for fear that they had angered him. The thought of that put a small smile on his face, he couldn’t wait for that day to come, but for now it was merely a dream, a far off one but one that was entirely possible for him. He was a Saiyan; it was his birthright not only to rule the universe but his own people by virtue of becoming the strongest on the planet. He was ready for the conquering to begin, at least mentally but when it came to his strength he still was lacking because there were people stronger than he and he knew it. He landed, and as he did his mind flashed with images of the cocky bastard Komoto who had forced him to join the Red Eclipse, and then Cipher the bastard Android who had beaten him in combat.
Finally, what flashed through Hitora’s mind was the image of that unknown warrior who had dared to cut his tail, yes he was a rampaging Oozaru at the time, but he was also able to retain some memories of that time, and his blood boiled when he thought of that asshole who dared to attack his tail, his most precious thing the thing that identified him as a Saiyan. He then began to charge his aura to maximum, or as much as he could muster with these blasted heavy weights on, the only good thing to come from joining the Red Eclipse so far. These things allowed him to become stronger and stronger as long as he wore them. He smiled knowing the shortened the time he’d need to reach a strength that no one else could touch. His grey Ki swelled up around him as he charged a blatant sign for Zucceta that he was there and ready to begin his training under her, and that he was tired of waiting. Waiting allowed others to grow in strength and he couldn’t have that, no he could not.
tagging Zucceta
Hitora flew towards the forest where he had met Zucceta. It had been a while since they had met and Hitora felt that now was the time for the two to begin their training. He had done some training on his own, but he knew that alone he wouldn’t truly grow stronger as when you trained alone if you made any small mistakes in anything there would be no one to see them and point them out to you. Hitora didn’t like that, and hated to train on his own so he was somewhat excited to start his training, though no one would know it if they had looked at the young Saiyan’s face. He had worn his usual dark blue pants and lighter blue Gi top. Around his waist was his white belt and his tail, on each wrist was a dark blue wristband, matching in color to his pants and finally a pair of black boots on his feet, with red trim and yellow string tying it shut near his ankle. His clothes ruffled and gently moved in the wind as he flew, his hair was pushed back by the wind. His tail, wrapped tightly around his waist, was proof that he was a pure-blood Saiyan.
He loved fighting, he wanted nothing but to grow stronger, and when he was the strongest he wanted to grow stronger still. He wanted to be the ultimate fighter, one that no one could top, the paramount of warrior kind that the merest sight of scared millions. A warrior who when rumors of them coming to a planet scared its denizens for fear that they had angered him. The thought of that put a small smile on his face, he couldn’t wait for that day to come, but for now it was merely a dream, a far off one but one that was entirely possible for him. He was a Saiyan; it was his birthright not only to rule the universe but his own people by virtue of becoming the strongest on the planet. He was ready for the conquering to begin, at least mentally but when it came to his strength he still was lacking because there were people stronger than he and he knew it. He landed, and as he did his mind flashed with images of the cocky bastard Komoto who had forced him to join the Red Eclipse, and then Cipher the bastard Android who had beaten him in combat.
Finally, what flashed through Hitora’s mind was the image of that unknown warrior who had dared to cut his tail, yes he was a rampaging Oozaru at the time, but he was also able to retain some memories of that time, and his blood boiled when he thought of that asshole who dared to attack his tail, his most precious thing the thing that identified him as a Saiyan. He then began to charge his aura to maximum, or as much as he could muster with these blasted heavy weights on, the only good thing to come from joining the Red Eclipse so far. These things allowed him to become stronger and stronger as long as he wore them. He smiled knowing the shortened the time he’d need to reach a strength that no one else could touch. His grey Ki swelled up around him as he charged a blatant sign for Zucceta that he was there and ready to begin his training under her, and that he was tired of waiting. Waiting allowed others to grow in strength and he couldn’t have that, no he could not.
tagging Zucceta